14. A Hot Shower: After lugging home groceries, new shoes (Weitzmans) and dry cleaning, a hot shower will be paradise. The more suds, the better it will be.
13. A Foot Massage: From His hands.
12. World Peace: Or for my yogurt to never go bad.
11. My Old Cassettes: I've outgrown Crowded House, but hearing "Don't Dream It's Over" would thrust me back in my teen bedroom, dreaming it's not over. It felt good to dream back then.
10. A Walk on the Beach: Where mosquitoes will run from my repellent, and the humidity will make my hair its bitch.
9. Dark, Ripe Cherries: I'd like to pop a huge bowl in the freezer for ten minutes and then go nuts.
8. Conversations with Jan: Because he never lets me talk.
7. Fall: The smoky air, fallen leaves, and apples.
6. Michael's Scent: A combination of male, Head & Shoulders, and applesauce.
5. Meatloaf Sandwiches: With gravy and buttery mashed potatoes smeared on the bun.
4. His View of the City: Lights, crime, and love happens below the view.
3. Lemon Berry Swirl Sherbet: In a brandy snifter.
2. My Bed: With its clean sheets and crisp pillowcases, smelling of lavender and cream.
1. Him: Enough said.