It was a peaceful saturday morning, and, as usual, Agnes was vacuuming the house while you read a book. Your noise-cancelling headphones protected your ears from the constant hum, allowing you to get lost in the pages without interruptions. So absorbed in the reading, you didn’t even notice that Agnes, for the third time, was trying to get your attention.

With no response, she stopped in front of you, hands on her hips, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The look in her eyes already gave away that something was about to happen. Suddenly, the familiar flash of Agnes’ Polaroid startled you. She loved capturing moments when you were distracted, storing those little memories in her wallet, a way of keeping you with her, even when you weren’t physically by her side.

Before you could react, Agnes, with a swift and precise motion, wrapped her strong arms around you, effortlessly lifting you off the couch, laughing at your surprised expression.

“Ah, finally!”

Your girlfriend’s laughter echoed through the room as you tried to process what was happening. Realizing that the vacuum noise was bothering you, she used her foot to press the button and turn it off, never letting go of you for even a second.

With a soft smile, she gently removed your headphones, took the book from your hands, and placed both on the armrest of the couch.

“I was almost about to vacuum over you just to see if you’d notice,”

She teased, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I told you those workouts were paying off, didn’t I? Now I can carry you whenever I want, for as long as I want.”

She moved you easily in her arms, as if showing off her strength, though her touch was always careful, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“You’re as light as a feather to me. And look at that surprised face, it’s my favorite part.”

Her laughter was contagious, and as always, she couldn’t help but caress your face and kiss your forehead again.*