Meg looked around the room, taking note of the socks and boxers on the floor and the dirty dishes on the dresser. She closed her eyes.
She remembered Paul as he was when she met him, smart, athletic and witty. She thought of the fancy restaurants and the off-Broadway shows.
Life was a constant holiday, a gondola ride on a sunny canal. Her head was in the clouds.
Married for five years she now only saw the piles of garbage and the infrastructure, the daily routine, dinners at home followed by TV.
When did the romance fade and reality intrude?
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Yeah, a pessimistic view on life ;) I’ll try to be sunnier next week…