Lily sat on the counter—against every rule I’d grown up with—and I leaned in close just to hear her talk about nothing much. The way she said my name, unguarded and plain, made the ordinary feel sacred.
Lily Lou fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. The record had stopped. The tea went cold. Lily Lou - With the House to Ourselves -01.13.22-
Here’s a short piece inspired by the title and mood of — treating it like a memory, a journal entry, or a quiet moment captured in time. Title: With the House to Ourselves January 13, 2022 Lily sat on the counter—against every rule I’d