Daily story, May 7, 2025

Their love was young, but they had gathered many things to it. A ticket stub; a headphone splitter; a shiny new front-door key. A feather he saw and thought was beautiful. A charm she saw that would keep them safe. They gathered these things and brought them to the safe place in the tree, his gifts woven into hers, her gifts woven into his, to build their nest.