the stereotypically red and white checkered picnic blanket caught a slight breeze and teased her bare feet. this is the happiest i've been in a long long time she thought. she said it aloud and looked over; he was stretched out, hands clasped over his chest. he smiled but didn't open his eyes.
"what do you want out of life?" she reached over and shielded his eyes from the evening's last bit of sunshine.
one eye opened. "tomorrow."
"what's special about tomorrow?"
shrugging, he closed his eyes, pressed her palm to his lips.
he peeked out again and she sat expectantly, waiting for his answer.
"haven't experienced it yet."
"what about in a year? 5 years?"
suddenly he understood what she was looking for. but he wasn't ready to give it. "can't have a year if i don't have tomorrow."
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