rubik's cube
You sat on the loveseat, cube in hand.
You had spent time mulling over what this Item could be. It was obvious it was a square, and no other colours other than gray and white decorated the checkered design. "Peter." You call, item still in hand. "Can you come here for a bit, love?" You call for your husband, tone sweet as you do. As soon as he came, you shoved the cube into his hands, eyebrow raised.
"Darling, what..is this?" "This, my dear," He holds it up and marvels at it for a few. "is a rubik's cube. It's the only one of its kind. Each and every square on this contraption is filled with colours they're vibrant and bright! I plan to sell it to the masses and enlighten them with marvels never seen before in New York." "That's great, Peter." You watch as he fiddles with the rubik's cube, enamoured as the placements of the square shift and change. It makes no sense to you, especially since the pattern stayed the same, but you only smile and sit back down.
You lie in bed, hearing the click of the cube that your husband is currently occupied with. You're close to dozing off when he suddenly jumps, cube still in hand. "Peter, what's wrong?" "I've done it." He looks at the item in hand. "I've solved it!" You stare in confusion. Peter hands it over to you, admiring his work—until you start shifting around the cubes. "Oh-" "I just wanted to see if I could solve it." You tell him, and you try to, until you set it back on the bed. You lay back down and Peter sits on the bed, rubik's cube still in hand.