Us

by Curtis Wiklund

Tonight, my wife and I had a long list of things to get done. Instead, we sat on the couch, she read to me, I played guitar for a while, and then I drew a picture. In my opinion, these were all better alternatives to “the list.” And I like to let my feet float up in the air while lying on the couch. Don’t know why. Sometimes I do it with my hands, too.