The Basement

I take the shot.  It's an unlikely one, skipping over one ball, dodging between two more, and off three walls.  It sinks the 8.  I look up from the table with a grin.  I catch a chess game kept perpetually in "mate in 1" just behind your playfully pouting face.  "Another game?"  you ask with a smirk.

"Actually, I had something else in mind."  You give me a surprised look, as some of our friends, on the other side of the room, play around the world, introducing themselves to each other and sharing a beer. Still others argue the finer points of Dungeons & Dragons.  I chuckle and grab your hand, our cues drop to the floor as I lead you around the couch, and we plop down into its impossibly comfortable cushions.  Your eyes lock with mine for a moment, inquisitive as to what was coming next.  I smile warmly, throw a pillow on the arm of the couch and put on a movie.  It's the one we watched together once before, albeit worlds apart, reminding me that, despite any distance, pieces of our perspectives remain inextricably linked.  You snuggle your head into my shoulder and neck as I throw my arm around you.  One of our friends looks over, rolls their eyes, and returns to their game.  I toss a blanket over us and dim the lights with a thought, as the movie starts.

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