Took some tincture on her tongue two or three hours ago and didn’t expect it to hit her so hard. I thought she was just taking her time in the grocery store. On the way home, I thought she was just hungry. Finally, while I was standing at the stovetop, stirring the couscous, and she was sitting at the table behind me, making a charcuterie board, she said, “I think I’m just really high.” I laughed, “Well, that would make sense.” She said, “I forgot I took that tincture earlier.”

Fast forward to after dinner and after the deep spiraling conversations after our plates were clear. I got out of the shower and walked into the bedroom. She was naked, sitting on a meditation cushion beside the bed, stretching her neck with her eyes closed. As she strained her neck to one side, her curly hair fell over her face. She opened her hazy eyes and looked up at me. I squatted down by her side, rubbed her back, and gave her a kiss.