I smile as I have an idea. We walk down a stairwell and we go to a private deck. I lead him to the double tanning chairs. I sit on one side and he sits on the other. I turn my body to face him.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of
worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to
eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. — JRR Tolkien
