The TV screen goes dark. I climb the ladder to the mezzanine. At the edge of the bed I take off my clothes. I hurry under the duvet. The floor creaks as she comes to join. I slide a little closer. She drapes her legs over mine. Her body is warm. Winter rattles against the windows.
Lovers in swan shaped boats paddle along the canal. The late afternoon sun shimmers on the surface. Hordes of people wander the banks in various states of undress. They walk dogs and hold hands and hurriedly eat ice cream before it drips down the cone. Simple pleasures cure the lives we lead.
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