Charlie and I are homebodies. I always preferred to stay home, even when I was a kid. There was no adventure I was offered that didn’t sound like a little slice of hell, if it involved going somewhere.
In my teen and young adult years, I enjoyed going and doing, seeing different places and meeting new people. I still like those things; I just don’t like having to leave home to do it. The day somebody invents cheap (free) virtual reality tourism, where your hologram goes to a real place in real time and interacts with real people, then you take off the headset and you’re home will be a happy day for me.
Charlie was away this past weekend, barely out of the state, with friends. It was hard on both of us. I spend the weekend away several times a year, at conventions and book fairs, but that happens so often we’re sort of used to it. He doesn’t do many overnights unless I’m with him.
I cheered myself up by eating things he doesn’t care for: eggplant, storebought chicken, super-gloppy-chocolatey sweets. By the time he got home, I was relieved to be back to our usual fare.
And of course I’m happy to have my best friend home again.
But I do miss the chocolate.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: If you could go anywhere virtually, where would you go? Would you rather have a new adventure, or relive one you had had before? Would you rather have a “canned,” scripted “adventure” or a real one, with the only danger being that nothing interesting would happen?