i came home from work one night

a bag of mcdonalds in my left hand, the key for our apartment in my right

when i closed the door and checked our room,
you were sleeping

do i let our food get cold and let you sleep? i did get off of work early just so you didn't eat late

i woke you up,

well, the smell of fries woke you up

we ate together at the old table in the kitchen

"i got a raise," you said, your mouth stuffed with fries

sorry i didn't get a large this time, i bought us water bottles instead

"that's good" i respond, not really knowing what else to say. "congrats"

"my wage is now 22,701 ($20) an hour. so, we'll have more money coming in."

i nodded, slightly laughing to myself at how you looked so cute while eating, and a little happy we could have more money.

maybe i could cook for you one night