three little silver metal shapes dangle from a small silver circle... each one accesses a different interior... each one personifies a leap and bound in my life of prior non-committal regulations...
i can now come and go as i please... sleep in while he wakes up early for another day... i no longer need the buzzer or to forewarn my arrival with a phone call... in seinfeld world, i've now entered the "covenant of the keys"... i must not break my privileges...
he told the girl at canadian tire that we were taking our relationship to the next level... he meant it as a slice of humour -- to which she awkwardly giggled -- but we both knew it was dripping with truth...
