It isn’t what you think. My lover is my kindle… and he is dying.
It started just the other day. I went to curl up on my ginormous couch with my lover and he wouldn’t put out. I was shocked because lover has always left me satisfied.
We have been through so much together, lover and I. He has accompanied me on all doctors appointments, making the waiting room an almost pleasant experience. He comes with me on all trips, big or small. And he even provided me with the first chapter book I read to my boys while we were on their first road trip.
Oh Kindle, my lover, why do you spite me now?! All I am guilty of is smothering you in my love!
And now, no matter what I do, I can’t turn the bastard on! It used to be so easy. I suppose every relationship reaches this point eventually…