Every morning, when I have my coffee and my cigarette, I envision her preparing my coffee. I envision her placing a cigarette in between my lips, not uttering a word, and lighting it for me. I envision her handing me the newspaper, again not saying a single word, and sitting right across from me. I envision her staring into my eyes as I read, and smiling. I envision her getting up out of her seat, sitting on my lap, and stealing my cigarette. I envision her finishing up the cigarette, planting a big kiss on my lips, in complete silence. I envision the love in her eyes and the fire in her soul. I envision giving her a good-bye kiss as we both head off to work. I envision getting home before she does, making her dinner. I envision taking care of her like she took care of me in the morning. I envision us talking about our day, empowering one another, giving each other advice. I envision us snuggling up together on the couch, in shear bliss. I envision us brushing our teeth together, poking fun at each other in front of the mirror. I envision reading to her before going to bed. I envision her cuddled up next to me as we fall asleep. I envision waking up next to her, with a smile on my face. I envision repeating this same routine, over and over and over again, with subtle twists, mix it up with some spontaneous adventures, until she grow old together. I envision my life with her. I envision the good life. The simple life, with her.