Between freedom and body warmth― A Saigon afternoon, with a cat

I'd heard the rumors, but I never thought you'd really be here. To think you'd be in that café I keep just for focusing on my work

You should be wary by nature, yet you didn't creep—you came right up. You hopped lightly onto my lap and gave a spoiled little cry. "You've got to be kidding, this is a place to read documents," I protested inwardly, while my hand was firmly stroking your coat. Smooth, and warm. I'm in trouble. It's not that I dislike it. If anything, I love it. But—loving it too much is dangerous. I know. Once I take you in, I'll surely rewrite all my priorities around you. Drinking parties, trips, even deadlin

before that body heat, they're all bound to lose their shape... yes. So I won't take you in. Not yet. My husband and I have decided so, too. But what about the me of the future? Will I have held onto my freedom? Or will I have surrendered to that soft little you? ...Well, when that time comes, it comes. For now, today, I'll go back and reread from page three of the documents

But my favorite café—I'm a little worried I won't be able to concentrate here from now on. Relocation Life Ranking