Rain beats against the window pane bringing a sound of rhythm into the room. Light from the lavender scented candle resting upon the wooden dresser flickers in the blanket of darkness that’s cascading the bedroom.
Observing his technique as he massages my feet that’s resting on his lap.
Laid out on the bed with my back pressed against the wooden headboard.
I watch as he applies pressure to the bottom of my feet in circular motion.
After a long day of work, this is all I wanted.
To eat a savory home-cooked meal rich in flavor.
Soak in a lavender scented bubble bath, as he sat on the edge of our white ceramic tub and read a book of poetry.
Now as we unwind for the night as God creates change outside through rain and thunder, I find comfort in the peace I receive as I watch the man I love applying pressure not only to my feet but to my heart.

My favorite thing to play.
Popping each bubble,
one-by-one,
helps the stress go away.
It distracts me from the outside world,
keeping me sane.

By the time I finish popping every last one,
I feel whole again.

Even as an adult,
bubble wrap is still my favorite thing to play.