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“Hey,” she said, all sleepy-eyed.
“Morning,” I replied.
She turned away onto her side, an obvious hint she wanted to be spooned, and I followed suit.
“This is nice.”
She turned and smiled at my comment. Once she returned to being the little spoon I kissed her neck.
“I wish I didn’t have to go to work.,” I heard her whisper. “I could do this all day.”
She escaped my arms and rolled onto her back so I kissed her.
“At least you have off today. Lucky.”
I smiled. She’s always been jealous of my day off.
“You better get up. You’ll be late.”
She turned away again, signaling for more spooning. I scooched up against her and squeezed her in my arms.
She reached for the fluffy white comforter and pulled it over our heads.
“Five more minutes.”
“It’s all over tonight,” she said as I rolled over and realized she was awake.
“Think we’ll have all of the answers?”
“Nope. But I think they’ll try their best.”
She was always the optimist. That is why I love her. I yanked the comforter off her and she started yelling.
“It’s cold! Give it baaaaaack!”
I laughed hysterically as she jumped up and started tickling me. All of a sudden she became serious, so I made a straight face back at her.
“We have to decide which party to go to.”
“Which Lost party?”
“Yup,” she said, sitting down and removing her fingers from my armpits. I was just thrilled to catch my breath.
“Well, where do you want to go?”
She looked up, making the face she always made while deep in thought.
“Dunno, you?” she finally responded.
“I’d rather just order a pizza, get some wine, sit on the couch with you under a blanket, and just watch it here. We have a big TV, surround sound, all that, why not?”
“You always have the answer to everything.”
“Well nobody has the answer to that!” she said in a raised voice, warning me it was time to be tickled again. And I was right. She jumped and dug her fingers right back into my armpits, and I was helpless. I giggled until she finally decided it was time to let me breathe again, at which point I pushed her down with my legs and got her back until she started yelling-
I laughed and let her go. She sat up.
“So pizza and wine? That’s all you need tonight?”
She smiled and sat up, fixing her hair, which was a mess from the tickling.
“Who do you think will live? Jack? Hurley? KATE?!?!”
“I don’t know. And I don’t care. I’m just glad it’ll be over. No more wondering. No more hour of television every week like clockwork. No more letting my Netflix movies pile up as we watch and rewatch the episodes in case we missed anything. It’ll all be over tonight.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“I feel fine.”