pour toi, mon amour.
she took a small knife and cut a green apple into four quarters, then eight pieces. she placed the eight pieces on a cracked bone china plate. she brought them with her to the living room, where she sat on her beloved couch. her cat walked over, in his quiet, slow pace. she put a piece of the apple into her mouth. it tasted like onions. she put the piece back on the plate, and fell deep into the couch, under the covers and below the throw pillows. the cat climbed onto her shoulders, crept onto her chest. he curled up into a ball between her neck and her heart, and slept.