Z is for Zero

Zero, Zip, Zilch. I have nothing to complain about, nothing to ask for today. My kids are happy, safe and fed, sitting in their classrooms down the street holding bright yellow pencils in their hands. The sun has peeked over the horizon, promising me another lovely day while I sit on a soft couch in a room with a view of an apricot tree, just sprouting its soft new leaves. I have the taste of lightly roasted cashews in my mouth and the prospect of a hot shower in my future. My husband's music plays softly over the speakers while the keys tap beneath my fingers. What more could I ask for? There's nothing more that I need.