Dialogue

The enticing aroma of the Merlot wafts up from the glass goblet in my hand, ushering my troubling thoughts of the day to a faraway place. My legs are sprawled across his, back dug into the embrace of a fluffy cushion; I follow his moving lips, half listening-half not. It doesn't matter what he says, I'm going to agree with him in any case…

  

He's good like that.

  

"Oi…" comes the exclamation. This is where I am supposed to offer my retort, my argument, my objection, anything, but he knows me too well; knows that I somehow drifted off to Jupiter, to dragons, to dreams of fantasy and figments…

  

He's good like that.

  

He shakes his head in mock indignation, that red-lipped grin lighting up those glacier-blue eyes. I simply nod as he chooses another topic, continuing as if it's the most natural thing in the world to do. And it is. He knows this is a dialogue for one…

He's good like that... 

             He's good for two.

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[elynne]

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