i have grown to love that smell, that salty sweet fishy smell that comes only from working a fourteen hour shift at a seafood restaurant in soho. it accompanies you when you walk in the door and i can tell how difficult your day has been based on how far away i am when i first start smelling it— sometimes, on stressful nights, i smell it from the hallway, other times, quieter ones,  not until i’m curled into the sweet soft place between your earlobe and your neck. i have grown to love that smell because it means you’re home. for the next twelve hours, until you go back to your fish, you will sleep next to me and be mine all mine.