@chrissymbod asked for a snippet of Hannigram life 4 years after the fall. LOVE THISÂ
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The sun slips silently into a bedroom that has seen more love than malice, these days. Deep blue walls hold a clever mixture of refined and mainstream.Â
-How is Blake to go next to those terribly gauche hounds? -William Wegmanâs weimaraners are masterpieces. Youâre just too snooty to realize it
Tasteful lamps and houseplants mingle with books of every subject, piled without any care to topic and yet in order. Plaid shirts and blue jeans are tossed together with Henley shirts.Â
-I canât believe youâve managed to make âcasualâ sophisticated. Who does that? -A shirt can be a treat for all the senses. Come. Feel, look... -Thatâs only two senses. -For now.Â
In a space that at once was covered in dogs and solitary, two men cling to each other in sleep. The high thread counts are the same, the dog hair is the same, the men are the same. All thatâs changed is that the dog sleeps in his own, decadent bed and that the men have come to an understanding.Â
When the sun creeps its way across a stubbled cheek, a contented sigh escapes as one arm pulls the other body close. Two bodies stretch, using each other as leverage as they come slowly into the waking world. A turn, a ruffle of sheets, and the sound of a grumbling morning kiss are the only sounds to be heard.Â
-Good morning -Morning -How was your sleep? -Quiet, heavy, warm, peaceful. A rare treat. You? -A dream where I wake to dream once more, finding you in my bed. - **chuckle** Ever the poet
Soon they will rise. Teeth will be brushed, the dog will be walked, coffee will be made, breakfast will be had, the next adventure planned. Perhaps a wander through town. Maybe a hike through nearby trails. Possibly a run-in with a deserving outlet for past grievances and future justice dispensing. Whatever the day brings, it begins with a kiss, a smile, and gentle sunlight.Â
Everything they had ever wanted.Â
