I’m sitting on a futon in an apartment that’s brimming with potential, but presently bare. My brain is fried from the heat of the night. My body aches from carrying that microwave home yesterday.
Over the last three weeks, my work has suffered, my social life has suffered, my sleeping hours have diminished.
But lying beside me, snoring softly, is a little bearded schnauzer.
And everything is okay.
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