A Mid-Afternoon Wish

I removed Josephine's heart today. It is sitting on a box in my closet, waiting to resume its pulse when the snow melts. It's been weeks since I've felt her purr beneath me. It won't be long now.

My apartment is now clean enough to eat off of. I never really understood that expression, to be truthful. It is clean but I don't have the urge to throw food all over it, dipping things in chocolate fondue to prove its cleanliness. The entire idea is absurd.

Tonight will be pleasant, I hope. I just can't stand the idea of parting in tears or in torment. I don't think I will enjoy the evening quite so much as I enjoyed the day, but I wish to.