Jan. Week 3: Tuesday Evening at Home-Leah relaxed (Luck: +10)

Leah sank into the worn cushions of their gray sectional, the fabric pilling slightly where her body had claimed its territory over countless evenings just like this one. She flicked mindlessly between Instagram and Twitter on her phone, thumb scrolling past disasters and outrage while Netflix's "Are you still watching?" prompt glowed accusingly from the TV. Jonathan appeared in the doorway balancing white paper bags spotted with grease, the sharp scent of General Tso's chicken and steamed dumplings announcing dinner before he did. They sat shoulder-to-shoulder through an episode of that crime documentary series they'd both compromised on. At nine-thirty, he squeezed her knee, planted a kiss on her temple, and retreated to his gaming setup, leaving Leah alone with the soft hum of the refrigerator and her thoughts and the remote to herself.

Another episode (or two…or three?) later they finally went to bed. It felt good to Leah to be able to recharge for Wednesday.