Our faux Christmas tree is shimmering in the prettiest way.
Every year I buy one new ornament, this year I bought a felted pink snail.
“Do you want some brandy?”
“Oh that sounds lovely, thanks.”
We’re sitting on either end of our long sofa, both balancing our laptops and now our glasses too.
I can’t tell if you’re playing a video game, or watching pornography.
Just like you can’t tell whether I’m chatting in my DMs with an old lover, or searching for the perfect winter wedge boots.
I accidentally see some horrible photos on Instagram:
“Dear God Almighty.”
“What’s wrong?” you ask worried.
“I just saw the most upsetting images from Gaza. I’ve been trying not to look at any of them because they’re too horrific, but they keep popping up in my feed.”
“You follow Democracy Now, what do you expect?”
“True, good point. Maybe I’ll just unfollow all the news and political accounts until things have calmed down a bit. Because it’s too much.”
“Solid plan. You have to protect your mental health. Plus, we’ve already given donations to multiple organizations to help, there’s nothing else we can do.”
“I know. This brandy is really good by the way.”
“Isn’t it smooth? I read about it in Bon Appetit and it wasn’t even that expensive, like $85 I think.”
“It’s fun to drink something different at the holidays, makes it feel special.”
“Do you want to listen to any music?”
“No, I’m watching these beauty videos. Trying to learn how to do a metallic eye for Jess’s New Year’s Eve party.”
“Okay.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too babe.”
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