But nothing rhymes with “perfect”.
This is why I don’t use rhyming dictionaries. Look at rhymezone.com, and ask for a rhyme for perfect. It gives you a bunch of them, and not a single one actually rhymes with “perfect”. Not one.
So you know I have standards.
And by my standards, she is perfect.
Eight perfect arms, two perfect feeding tentacles. Or maybe the human equivalent, I wasn’t really paying attention. I was distracted. By her absolute perfection.
Tomorrow, I might look at the news, and see why the world is all going to hell. Tonight, the world is perfect, and she is perfect, and I suspect so are a great many other new humans, and more than a few old humans as well, or if not perfect, at least worth fighting for.
Goddammit, now I’m crying.
Anyway. It is a very good day, today is.
I dare us all to make tomorrow a better one.