Nothing is like

waking up at five in the afternoon

on a Saturday –

roses in your cheeks

lips blushing

hair sleep-tousled –

and walking outside in the snow

in your boots

(you don’t particularly like cold),

and on top of it feeling

bitter

because last night you watched your high school’s

musical

and you still think you

should’ve been cast –

but you have this buoyant

giddiness about you

because you know your

amazing boyfriend

really,

really

likes you.