Grate-ness

I’m grateful for your patience

I’m grateful for my bed being made when I get home and

sweatpants on the corner, folded,

ready

and the way you arrange my pillows

like in a magazine

And I’m grateful for you filling up my

water bottle

And popping up my toast

at the very right time

with a golden edge and a fluffy center

and butter to the edges.

I’m grateful for your senses

your ability to touch me

your ability to feel me

And I’m grateful

for

you feeling grateful

for me

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