cheese...

I love nothing more than to hear my roommate's laugh. And not just a polite laugh, or an excited shriek, or even a true giggle. I love the big, deep laughs that start in the bottom of the belly and proceed shake the walls. I'm upstairs with the door closed dinking around, procrastinating sleep apparently, and occasionally I keep catching spontaneous rumbles of laughter. The really wonderful type of laughter that you simply cannot fake; one that is rarely shown, rarely shared. Sometimes it's so good that your eyes water and you stomach cramps. It's happiness pure and simple, because, well, I think because it's real. And the best part? Just hearing it makes me smile too.