Lily Lou - With The House To Ourselves -01.13.22- Site

Lily Lou fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. The record had stopped. The tea went cold.

Lily sat on the counter—against every rule I’d grown up with—and I leaned in close just to hear her talk about nothing much. The way she said my name, unguarded and plain, made the ordinary feel sacred. Lily Lou - With the House to Ourselves -01.13.22-

By 5 p.m., we were tangled on the couch under a blanket that smelled like laundry and her shampoo. Snow started falling outside—small, unhurried. I remember thinking: This is the kind of day you don’t realize you’ll miss until it’s already a memory. Lily Lou fell asleep with her head on my shoulder

And for a few perfect hours, with the house to ourselves, nothing in the world was missing. Lily sat on the counter—against every rule I’d

Here’s a short piece inspired by the title and mood of — treating it like a memory, a journal entry, or a quiet moment captured in time. Title: With the House to Ourselves January 13, 2022

We made tea that neither of us finished. Put on an old record that crackled before it sang. The afternoon stretched long and generous, the kind that forgets to turn into evening until the room goes gold around the edges.