I woke up some time in the middle of the night to the sound of The Ethiopian’s laughter coming from our living room. Initially I frowned, angry that I’d been awakened from a peaceful slumber. It was no short burst of laughter, he kept laughing as whatever inspired his happiness was damn good. I felt the muscles in my fave relaxing as my frown gave into something else. There in the dark – I remembered how much I love that laugh, and the face from which it comes. And so, with a smile on my own face, I turned over and fell back asleep.