Electric Chair

Friday is pizza night., typically those abysmal $2 pizzas that taste like someone wiped up spilled tomato sauce with a piece of cardboard. The mountainous salads make up for it.

We pile on the couch with the dog, the cat, and a Quaker parrot and argue over what to watch on iTunes.

Rituals. Shoes by the door. Fresh coffee left for each other in the morning. Taking the dog out for walks on summer evenings. A thousand simple things that stitch our lives together. How do you fill the shadows when they're not there?