An almost philosophical short story about Love, regrets, and cats during Covid

Night Windows, 1928, Edward Hopper

That New Year’s Eve, I and he decided to stay home. We promised that for the next year to come, we would party hard, would blow out all the steam we had in us. But for the moment, we decided to celebrate our first new year’s eve together, on the couch, barely awake, with an eye on the tv and another one already dreaming. And then I felt it, something in me…