x. happiness
Hour one you brush your hair and climb into bed with his arms around you and his mouth on your ear.
Hour two he strums on his guitar and sings a song about growing old and falling in love with someone young.
Hour three you paint your mouth and darken your brows as he watches with a cigarette dangling between his lips.
Hour four you're smiling, polishing glasses and leaning on the bar, talking about how you've searched for the wrong people in the wrong places when the right one has been in the corner all along, playing his blues.