The Good Old Days

Emily felt pleasantly dreamy the next morning at breakfast.

“Well, it’s confirmed,” Byron said, “My mom admitted to destroying Christine’s tabloid. She reported it for health code violations because of how dirty the office was, and they hadn’t paid their rent, so it was all too easy to take them down.”

“Huh,” Emily said.

“Your eyes are unfocused,” Byron remarked, “What are you thinking about?”

“Last night was fun...” she said. Her whole body felt soft and pliable after everything they did the night before and well-rested after sleep.

“Reminiscing about it already?” he asked.

“I guess so.”

“Why don’t we do something to bring it back to the present?” he suggested.

“Now?” she said, surprised, “Okay.”

“I don’t want us to ever reminisce about the good old days,” Byron said, “Some couples give up too easily and lose their passion.”

“I don’t think we’re there at all,” Emily said.