Heaven to Sit in your Lap

He sighed, tilting his chair back and lacing his hands behind his head.  “I don’t know,” he said, gazing at the ceiling.  “Sometimes I wonder if any of this is worth it anymore.”

She didn’t say anything and after a moment he looked over at her.  She was gazing out the window, her expression unreadable.  Then she shook her head, as if flicking off a daydream, and looked back at him. “I don’t know either,” she said quietly. “But sometimes you lean back in your chair like that and I think it must be Heaven to sit in your lap.”

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