A Contented Perspective

She smooshed her back into my face, pushing my soft, ample, plushy nose deep into the cotton insides of my head; blocking one of my eyes, but letting the other one peer out a little into the room, pushed out at a rakish angle, so I could see new sites I never usually did. She was texting, comfy, curled up, and smiling, the soft clack, tick, clackey-clack tickety of the phone making music into our room. I smiled my usual smile of contentment, pushed right now a little off-center, because in that moment, I was the luckiest stuffed bear in the world.