"Let’s pretend we don’t exist. Let’s pretend that this one bedroom apartment is an island, disconnected from the rest of the world. What we have here is what we have forever. They never run out, but this is all that we have."
It was a strange statement, but it was a strange day so he did not over-think it.
"We have to check food first."
They both ran to the fridge. Milk, eggs, cheese, and beer. They looked at each other and sighed with relief. Coffee, apples and a loaf of bread from the day before sat on the counter. In the cabinet were canned beans, cereal and a soup or two.
"I can live with this."
They turned on music and danced in the living room. First, to something up tempo with lots of drums. Bodies jerking in the late afternoon sun coming in through the window. This was followed by some soft slow bluesy tunes. They moved in close and swayed from side to side together. She took a deep breath and laid her head on his shoulder. He rubbed the back of her neck gently and smiled.
"Do we have an internet connection in our nonexistence?"
"Of course! Everywhere has free wifi."
They set up a blanket tent over the bed and project a movie onto the sheets. It was something old, something they had both seen, but something neither of them could get tired of.
Eyes half open after the case of beer he laid his head on her lap. She scratched his head until she heard his breath steady as he fell asleep. Putting a pillow behind her back, she got comfortable and soon fell asleep as well.
"I don’t have no money, I don’t have no problems. Two dollars for a pint of Stella and a family that loves me. A head that’s fuzzy and a God I question but somehow never stop believing in." She dreamt of things like this that night. He dreamt about her.