Sunday Morning

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Peaceful Sunday morning; sleeping late, nowhere to be…

A familiar knocking on the door, followed by a key unlocking it.  Bozhe moi, Napoleon with no Saturday night conquest is my Sunday morning nightmare!  I am not getting out of my bed, he will get the hint.  No wonder people speculate on the nature of our partnership; he keeps narrowing the boundaries between us!  He tousles my hair, calls me affectionate pet names in public, seeks out my opinion and company before anyone else’s.  I should tell him…

“Illya, I brought brunch!”

I will tell him he is my best friend.