TRUE LOVE

FIRST THING IN THE MORNING, I got into my studio and sit at my desk. Relieved to have survived another night of insomnia and bad dreams, I reward myself with  a pot of fresh, strong coffee. Next comes the best part of my day. My wife, who sleeps later than I do, wakes. On her way to the bathroom, she stops
at the studio door and says hello. Her hair is a mess, and she hasn’t brushed her teeth yet. She comes to me, bends down to give me a kiss — either on the lips or on the cheek, depending on how bad she thinks her breath is. I put my arm around her and draw her closer, feeling her “fanny” (no one else is allowed to call it that), so endearingly soft and modestly proportioned. And that, my friends, is the best moment of my day.