A new day breaks upon a new year. Icy air burns your nostrils as you grab steaming dog shit in your plastic-covered hand. A crinkling as you tie off the bag. Wagging tail, grateful eyes, muddy pawprints on the front of your jeans. The rich smell of coffee fills your lungs as you step back indoors.
A kiss upon the cheek as you stir two steaming mugs. You both smile. Take a sip. Smile again. Another kiss, hand on hip, fingers through hair. Your head is spinning, heart racing. Together you fall back into bed.
Laughing. Crying. Shaking with fear. All that has been and all that will be. This is your chance to write a new story. Sing a new song. To be strange and misunderstood. Together.
Happy New Year
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