I woke up this morning and I could snap.
I couldn’t not snap before, but it was always pitiful, the faint shadow of a snap. Like my fingers were just keeping it going for the kids. A one-armed hug. A high five when you kinda sorta miss and think, like, we should really try that again with some more focus. A pizza when somebody blotted all the grease out of it. It’s still pizza, technically, but… ew.
Today, however, it is different. Remarkably different.
I can snap.
The sound is robust, clean, pleasantly shocking. Like a man telling you he’s gunna grab you and kiss you and there’s nothing you can do about it, and though you disagree with the idea of a forceful alpha male conceptually, and this situation delicately teeters on a mutual understood consent, the consent is, indeed, understood, and he kisses your face and the score crescendos and it’s awesome.
This is sudden and I don’t know how it happened but I’m not gunna ask too many questions. Life works in mysterious ways and I don’t want the mysterious life-goblins to take away my snap.
Please don’t take away my snap.
I’ll take really good care of it. Promise.