the pieces of my life

Adam wakes up anywhere between a half hour and two hours before me, depending on how exhausted I am. This morning he was up and downstairs when a crash came from the upstairs bathroom. I leaped up to look, and it was just a mirror that fell to the floor (the mirror didn’t crack). Later, Adam came up and I mentioned the mirror falling. “I wondered what that noise was,” he said. I was surprised he had heard it: “Why didn’t you come up to investigate?” He replied in complete seriousness: “I peered upstairs and saw you walking into the bathroom, so I assumed the noise was just you lumbering out of bed.” Nice….

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