It’s Friday night and we’re at home on the couch. Radiohead is playing in the background and we sit under nanoleaf lights emanating a dull yellow hue, slowly oscillating in brightness like embers of dying flame.
We sit perpendicular to each other, his head resting on my shoulder. Both of us are on our phones; I’m reading a long article about the rise and downfall Silk Road and he’s surfing Reddit. Occasionally I look up from my phone and laugh at something I catch sight of on his screen, and it is in one of these moments that I realize that life is really, really good.
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