The Present Mistake

Coming back home, stuffed to the brim with melted butter and maple syrup, and with Adalia by my side, I didn't think there could have been a better homecoming - until Ash's lovely smile came and greeted us in all its radiance with just a swing of the front door. 

After being out in the snow all day, basking and reveling in a Christmas that never seemed to end, Ash's presence - her grace and her demure, beholding that signature bow of hers that never fails to send my heart a-flutter - was like feeling the humid breeze in a tropical oasis set amid a winter paradise.

Then there was also Mr. Black yowling his welcomes, the cozy comfort of the thermostat blasting the cold off of my body, and just the general feeling of being back home - only a rare few things could beat out such bliss, and coincidentally enough, two of the few can also be found living under the same roof as me.

How convenient that was, right?