It was very quiet, just the hum of the air conditioner. The sun was strong and warm. I looked up from my book to notice the time – 6:15, getting late. I hadn’t fluffed the bed yet and it was getting on time to start dinner.
I looked around the room – two cats sleeping on their cushioned bench under the windows – curled in semi-circles, inches apart, tail to head. Warm on their blanket, warm in the sun.
I looked across the room and husband in his over-stuffed recliner was oblivious to all, reading.
And all is as it should be – the quiet, the artificial coolness warmed to comfort from the sun; the cats sleeping in truce for the comfort of their sensual little selves. My husband in his place, and me in mine, the place I have read at my entire life – the kitchen table.
Yes, all was as it should be.