A bungalow in the middle of the tropical rain forest. A king sized bed. A verandah overlooking the palm trees. Hot, humid weather. Scotch and ginger ale. Gavin the gecko. Chicken sandwiches off paper plates. A tropical storm.
“I’m lying here smiling” he whispered as we collapsed into bed at 2.30am “I’m so happy baby”.
“I was just thinking that at the exact time you said it” I replied “I was thanking the Universe, the baby Jesus, and Buddha for all of the happiness in my life”.
“I hope we make it, I hope we survive” he murmured as he drifted off to sleep.
“We already have, baby”.
