The cat has a new red collar.
One with a bell. It jingles when she scratches.
So that is festive.
Christmas Eve ramen. A Sriracha squeeze for some holiday zest.
The hot chocolate in my hand-made mug has marshmallows, too.
Frantic figures move just beyond slippered feet propped on the cluttered coffee table.
Home Alone for company, pretty much just as I remembered it.
I ponder what-ifs and why-nots.
Appreciate the warm weight of the sleepy tabby cat pressed against my leg.
Wishing it were different, accepting it isn’t.
A gift in and of itself.
Merry Christmas to me.
I ran across a journal that only publishes 100-word stories. How epic is that?! So I tried it.
Where did you get the ramen?