Last Sunday I was over at Mouse's house watching "America's Funniest Videos". I find such evil glee in watching other people fall down. Schadenfreude at its best in me. Anyway, the show got over and I packed up to leave. Mouse said, "Don't you want to watch Extreme Home Makeover?"
"Yes, but don't you have a show you usually watch?"
"The season has ended."
"Well, this is a two hour special."
"That's okay. I've just got some stuff to work on."
So I stayed. I sat on his floor cutting out patterns of soft toys I'm going to be sewing and he sat at his table typing away on his computer. Every now and then we'd say something to each other but mostly those two hours went by in relative silence.
How peaceful it was. How comforting to know that I can stay there with him and just be there. That he was okay with my presence and I with his. I've always thought that he and I could easily share a living space but I think that level of comfort just proved it to me. However, since I plan on living in a one-bedroom birdhouse when I grow up, I don't think there's enough room for his CD's and boxes of zines...there's only enough room for mine.