3 guesses

D is on the other sofa reading when I say it.

"Guess where I'm flying to tomorrow?"

"Paris."

"No."

"Hamburg."

"No."

"Rome."

"No."

"I did three guesses. Tell me."

"Venice."

"Why?"

"No reason. On impulse."

"Oh. Okay."


The next day, on the way to the airport, I text him:
"I'm not going on overly, but nobody else knows where I'm going today, and I have to say to someone:

I'm SO FUCKING EXCITED!"