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Why Ruin a Good Thing

Sam felt good. He felt real good, really good. He didn’t know why. There was no special reason. He had no idea what triggered it, but for some reason he was in a really good mood and he didn’t really want to find out why because knowing might end it.

“Why the big smile on your face?” asked Jennifer as she came into the room after a hard, tiring day of work...

“Maybe because I knew you were going to walk into the room.”

“You look really strange, like you know something I don’t, sort of like when a kid has found his Christmas presents, but doesn’t want anyone to know. What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing. For some reason I’m just in a really good mood.”

“What did you do?”

“Wish I knew. Don’t want to know. Don’t want to ruin it and you’re not helping. Whatever it is, I just want to hold onto it.”

 “That’s nice. So, do you want to do something while you’re in this great mood?”

“Not really, just want to sit here and feel it.”

“We could turn on the TV and…”

“No, definitely not.”

“Maybe just go out for some ice cream?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Then maybe we could just go out and buy a half gallon and bring it back.”

“You could do that.”

“Okay then, let’s go.”

“I said you can do that. I’ll wait here for you.”

“Okay, then maybe I should rent a movie.”


“I’d like to watch something while I eat my ice cream. That would make me feel really good. Since you don’t want to watch TV, I thought…”

“I don’t want to turn on the TV or the DVD, not for a TV show or for a movie.”

“Maybe we could read to each other while we eat our ice cream. We haven’t done that in a long time.”

“Maybe you could read to yourself while you eat your ice cream.”

“You’re still smiling, but you’re becoming a real party pooper.”

“I know. I’m trying really hard to hold onto this feeling. I’d want it to last as long as possible. Strange isn’t it, but I can’t think of a single time in my life when I’ve ever felt this good before.”

“Not when we got married?”

“That was different.”


“I think we were too busy to notice how good we felt.”

“Not even in bed.”

“That was different, too.”

“And how was that?”

“You know, I’m starting to lose this. Too much talking. Too much thinking.”

“Well we should do something.”

“You do what you want. I still want to just sit here and enjoy this.”

“Maybe you should share it. Maybe we should take advantage of your great feeling and go upstairs and you know…”

“I know, ruin a good thing…”