A short novel written for the "him" who cooks for me every day. Everyone has that him in their heart or is waiting for that him.
A warm feeling permeates the words
I hope everyone has that waiting, that waiting is worth it, and that he or she is willing to cook for you.
Home is the great happiness that catches her slight smile after returning from a midnight dream, it is the inexplicable loss of consciousness no matter what she does, and the more comfort that follows every pain of failure.
Intention: