Chapter 60: Santos, Part 1

I've been staring at the ceiling for I don't know how long. All I know is that I haven't been this comfortable in, probably ever.

I'm in bed on my back, one arm behind my head, and a very naked Mari snuggled up on me, head nuzzled into that place between my shoulder and neck, her arm over my chest, our legs intertwined. It's the post-coital position I never thought I'd experience again. Yet here I am, drawing circles on her lower back as she drifts in and out of consciousness.

Me, though, I'm wide awake. Sated, but awake. And I can't stop thinking about what Mari said earlier about being content.

People always talk about chasing their happiness, but what if that's the root of most relationship problems? What if that's been part of my problem? What if there is so much pressure to be happy, when happiness isn't something you can be every minute of every day anyway? What if being content, with lots of sprinkles of happiness, as Mari describes it, is actually a healthier, more realistic go