Joanne had a really stressful day at the office. Her boss yelled at her for her most recent loss with her case, two of her personal assistants had gone a-wall on her, and the coffee machine in her office decided to break down and leak coffee on some of her important documents. Let's just be safe to say that Joanne was in a really bad mood. The second her shift was over, she bolts out of the office and drives home at almost law breaking speeds. Stomping up the stairs, Joanne doesn't even tries to hide her frustration as she digs in her pocket for her keys. She finally gets the door open and storms into the apartment, finding her girlfriend out like a light on the couch. Extremely annoyed she furiously walks up to the couch and is just about to shake Maureen awake when something on the coffee table catches her eye. She turns around and discovers that there's a notebook with her name drawn all over it. Joanne picks it up and starts turning the pages, she finds a poem that has been dated for todays date. Intrigued, Joanne reads it:
Today
By Maureen Johnson
What should I do today
To pass the time away
I seem to have so much free time
Hey! I never knew I could rhyme!
Maybe I'll write about how Jo can care
Or how she always calls me her Honeybear
How bout I write of her auburn curls
Or how she hates when I flirt with other girls
I'll just gab about her dorky ways
And her lack of an obsession for my kind of plays
Before she came, life was like a trial
But now I'm lawyered up and kicking ass in style!
She doesn't know how it means to have her in my life
Maybe one day I'll ask to be her wife
One day, I'll write how my heart is hers to keep
But for right now, this diva needs her sleep
Joanne smiles and tears up at the sincerity of Maureen's poem. She gently lays the notebook back where it lay and gets on the couch with Maureen, wrapping her arms around the diva.
Maureen stirs and mumbles, "Hey baby, I missed you. How was your day?"
"Terrible, but you made it better."
Maureen smiles. "You're welcome, but what did I do?"
"Oh, just being your usual, beautiful self." Joanne smiles slyly and snuggles closer to Maureen.
"Well that's just fantastic." Maureen murmurs, still smiling, kissing Joanne's forehead.
After a few moments, Joanne quietly says, "You know, my heart is yours too."
"Huh?" Maureen questions but then slowly understands what she means and groans. "Oh. You've read my poem. It's terrible..."
"No it's not. It's one of the sweetest things I have ever read. You are a wonderful writer."
"Well..." Maureen hesitates for a second but folds from Joanne's reasoning, "I guess I am then!" She smirks and nuzzles her head into the crook of Joanne's neck. Joanne chuckles at Maureen's comment and the two settle into a quiet comfortable silence, ending each others days into one of the best ones ever.