Grow

The young couple lay on their backs, panting, in the park. It was Saturday morning, and so they had just finished their daily jog with an extra hill.

"Do you smell piss?" The woman asked the man, once she caught her breath.

"Hold on." He inhaled. "Yes."

"I think it is because so many dogs pee in this park." She sat up and looked around at all of the dog owners and their dogs, many of whom were peeing.

"That is disgusting."

"We are in the middle of a drought. Dogs have been peeing here but no rain has washed it away. We could by lying in months of accumulated dog piss." She stood up.

"I don't know. I think it absorbs... also, the city waters the grass, or else it would just be brown hay. Grass doesn't grow in California." He stretched his arms over his head. In doing so, his t-shirt raised exposing his fuzzy belly to the fog and his lower back to the grass.

"Grass is a nice, though." She mused.

"I love the way it feels on my legs and arms." He moved his limbs so they brushed against the grass.

"Even piss-grass?" She looked slightly disgusted.

"Let's go home." He stood up.

"You can take the first shower." She didn't touch him as they walked home.

They went home, showered, sat around for a bit and then went out to the market.

"I think we should get a dog." She told him.

"Oh." He looked confused.

"We could take it running, and it would be practice for having a baby." She spoke quickly.

"Oh. I don't think we're ready for that." He turned into the grocery store without checking for her response, and started palming fruit for firmness.