I open the window to the cool early morning. A light breeze dances among the leaves cascading from the trees. Puffy white clouds float by the gentle golden sun.
I’m selecting an outfit when I remember that I don’t have to get dressed up today. I grab a t-shirt and the pants Hank the Hedgehog is investigating for napping potential. He bristles his quills at me and burrows under a pillow.
“Hey, you’re wearing pyjama pants!” A big smile greets me as I open the door.
“They’re lounge pants.”
“Nah.” He reaches over and feels the fabric between his fingers and thumb. “They’re pyjama pants.”
“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.” I say, pulling on my jacket. “I didn’t think anyone would notice. ”
“I notice everything,” he says.
We walk into the street, navigating around clumps of tourists blocking the sidewalk.
“It doesn’t matter what you wear,” he says. “Has anyone told you today that you’re beautiful?”
“Has anyone bought you a coffee today?” I smile and open the coffee shop door.