What Will Happen

I went to your house. The first thing I did was trip over. I was on your floor, face to face with your cat. It looked at me disdainfully. ‘Cats look at all people disdainfully’ I hoped more than thought. I looked up at you, standing next to your coffee table. Your disdain was harder to reason away. “I love you” I said. Your cat licked my face. You said nothing. ‘This is my life now’ I realized. I only hoped you didn’t realize it, too.