Darlin’
Last night I dreamed you were leaving. You weren’t broken up about it, but I was a weeping trainwreck. You hadn’t gone out the door yet, but I was already putting together a plan to win you back. Here goes —
- Finish and publish the novel
- Get rich (likely unrelated to #1)
- With #2, remodel the house
- Get 6-pack abs
I suppose it’s not too awful as far as plans go. But tricking you into staying is better — any skulduggery valid. To that end — it’s 5 a.m. and there’s no way I’m getting back to sleep — the laundry is going and your coffee is brewing
You see, I’m overly fond of you