Don’t want no other shade of blue, but you, no other sadness in the world could do…

Lenny.

Oh, Lenny.

You had been going through a rough patch in your marriage. A terribly rough patch, filled with thorns and needles and knives of cruel words and arguments.

With him being away from work so often, and you going to work everyday and coming home to a cold, empty bed, tension had risen between the two of you.

You would always stick together though, right?

Tonight, you returned to your house, pulling into the driveway. To your surprise, his sleek, expensive car was there. For once.

That only meant another night of arguments and fighting, unless you could sort it out. And you really wanted it sorted. You just wanted Lenny back. And secretly, although you didn’t quite know this yet, Lenny really wanted things back to normal too.

You entered your house quietly, which, to your surprise, had been cleaned up. The dark floors had been swept, the shoes organized, coats hung properly. While it was always somewhat neat, tonight, it was freakishly clean. The smell of hot pasta filled your nose, and you smiled slightly. Maybe things would be better tonight.

He poked his head into the hallway.

“I made you dinner.” Lenny said, his voice softer than usual. It was definitely a welcome change, much better than all the fighting that had been going on recently.