I bought two miniature notebooks yesterday. One will be my agenda. The other has no specific purpose yet. Either way, today I decided to open them. With only a moment of difficulty, I tore through and discarded the plastic wrapping. Suddenly, I feel forced to make the decision as to which notebook remains purposeless. I figure that pages filled with duties and obligations need as much joy as they can get, so I rest the light green notebook above the darker one.
I commit. I crack the light green book's spine with the intention to transform it into something useful. The first page pushes me back, demanding, "In case of loss, please return to:" "Don't look at me", I panic. The first entry into my agenda is difficult. Do I write my name? Perhaps an email address? Whoever finds my agenda needs to be able to contact me. The page continues, "As a reward: $"
Before my mind has a chance to wander once more, the sound of keys turning forces my eyes rightward. I spring to my feet and rush to the door. I feel the need to open the door for my lover, to hold her the instant she walks into the room.
The sight of her is dazzling. Her hair and smile are perfect - the only sign of her walk through the cold is the light chill I feel from pressing my cheek against her face. She did her eyes for me today. I break my gaze only for a kiss and forget all about little green notebooks.
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