The Eve

On the eve of her 28th birthday, she spoke Spanish with some sandwich makers near the subway stop. She had two glasses of Chardonnay with a friend on Bleeker Street. Her cat, glad to see her, lay next to her on the couch and farted in his sleep.

It was all comfortable and yet new, as if 27 had culminated in a season finale to which only she was privy.

"Next year will be even better," she thought to herself, although she couldn't yet quite imagine how.

Things were certainly looking up.

1 comment:

Erica said...

happy birthday jen ! Hope 28 brings you the fulfillment that you've been seeking !