And suddenly each of our cellphones, lying on the bed next to us, proclaim that it's midnight, you can see it if you look, and one of us sees it first, I don't know which of us (because we've both been touching our phones periodically to check), and one of us says: "It's midnight!"
And he grabs the remote and pauses the movie so we can toast the new year.
We raise our glasses of prosecco (which, truth be told, we also paused the movie ten minutes ago to pour), and he tells me, "Make a toast."
I wasn't expecting to have to think of a perfect thing, but I say what comes to mind.
I say, "We will find joy no matter the fuck what."
And I stop there, because for just a second I wonder if that's a complete sentence, and I worry/assume that my offering isn't good enough as a toast for the new year, but he says, "No, yeah, that works, I like that, what did you say?"
I ask, "We will find joy no matter the fuck what?"
He says, "Yes."
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