Inspired by the above picture posted on WL.
"Come on, come sit with me. What's done is done." He said.
I turned to look; he sat with his back pressed into the corner, legs open and
inviting. His corner. He knew it intimately, though not normally with the
blinds open as he is supposed to be thinking when he is here.
I join him, leaning back into his embrace as he wraps his body around mine and
kisses my neck. Suddenly the humor of it strikes me and I laugh. We had
painted ourselves into a corner and there was nothing to do but wait until it
dried.
