Moments in Time: Heaven to Sit in Your Lap

“I don’t know.” He tilted his chair back and laced his hands behind his head. “Sometimes I wonder,” he said, gazing at the ceiling. “If any of this is worth it anymore.”

She didn’t answer.

After a moment he looked over at her. She was looking out the window, chin in hand. His watch ticked by his ear as he stared at the sun filtering through her hair. A ray of it caught her diamond ring and a tiny, refracted rainbow danced across his shirt.

“I don’t know either,” she finally said, shaking her head as if waking from a dream. “But sometimes you lean back in your chair like that and I think it must be Heaven to sit in your lap.”