Lazy Stories

It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon, heading into evening. We spend most of the day adulting. We do all the regular household shopping, gathering our groceries and supplies for the next week, making sure to pick up all the commonplace cleaning supplies we need for the rest of the day. Jamming to music during the boring car ride, holding hands like a couple of love-struck teens. We chase each other with carts through the stores...

It must have been early and I was in that half somnolent state, neither asleep nor awake. I wriggled my body a little, savouring the way the quilt seemed to envelope me in its soothing embrace. I turned onto my side, drew up my knees, pulled the cover even more tightly around me and began to drift off again. I became vaguely aware of the weight of his hand resting on my ribs and I smiled as I dozed, feeling his fingers ho...