“The card says you go first,” she said. She winked, and I laughed and pulled her close.
I was fully attracted to my wife. She was about a foot shorter than me, skinny but not a stick, beautiful in a manic pixie dream girl kind of way, and she had hips that did not lie. Over the last two years of our marriage, we were still definitely hot for each other.
That isn’t to say I didn’t still have some fantasies.
In this particular moment, as I bent down to kiss her deeply, I thought about what it’d be like if we were the same height. As the kiss wore on (it was our anniversary after all), I had the strangest sensation of her pushing against me and moving my head back up.
She must have noticed it to, because she broke the kiss and looked me in the the eye and said, “What the hell?!”
Wait. Looked me in the eye?
“Holy shit,” I said, “What just happened?”
“I don’t know,” she said, “you tell me! First thing I know is that I’m kissing you, then now suddenly I’m the same height as you.”
“It’s Not possible,” I said.
“Normally, I’d agree with you,” she said, “but this appears to be the first time we’re seeing eye to eye in our marriage.”
She was right. Somehow, the note in the card had been speaking the truth. The rings worked.
“How are you so calm right now?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, “it’s definitely weird. But you have control, so I feel safe ultimately. And besides, next week I get the power.”
I pulled her in for another kiss. “Then I’d better take advantage while I can.”
