Domestic Bliss

He throws his apron on the couch, lights a cigarette.

She ignores his arrival, flips through channels.

"Did you take out the trash?"

"No."

"Do the dishes?"

"No."

"Feed the cat?"

"No."

"I can't believe I left the palace for this..."

She takes a smoke from his pack.

Lights it, blows it in his face.

"You're the one who gave up royalty for love. All hail his majesty, King of the Doublewide."

She laughs at her own joke, stamps out a barely smoked cigarette. Walks away.

He thinks to himself, "I should have gotten to know her first."