Standing In the Kitchen

Lately we've been standing in the kitchen...

The house is still, the lights are low.

Mr. Tweedy serenades in the background.

Who cares if we have to get up in the morning?

I think I'll have a glass of wine.

Conversation flows.

Pour me another.

Oh, I love this song...

I remember when.

Did you ever?

The day's cares are muted.

You know, it's way past our bedtime.

Too bad.

Meet you here tomorrow...