I come home after a long day. I’m cold and I’m exhausted. I know I have to make dinner and take my dog for a walk. I know I still have a few items on my checklist to complete. But before I do any of that there’s one thing I must do.
I must put on that hoodie.
You know which one I’m talking about. The hoodie that is baggy enough to wrap you like a burrito in a blanket but so perfectly worn in it almost becomes an extension of your body. You know, the hoodie that replaces the worries and discomfort of the day into a Buddhist temple for your body. The hoodie that strips away any stress and miraculously loosens every muscle and warms your soul.
You know. That hoodie.
The only problem is …that hoodie is also his hoodie.
Not tonight Bobby. This hoodie is mine.