Breakfast
I really hated the sound of that alarm clock, that piercing,
irritating repeated beeping. After a second or two I slowly started realizing that it was
not just another day, it was the day. I felt the movement in the bed as she reached for the
clock and then the beeping stopped allowing me to slip back towards tranquillity again.
"Love you," I whispered.
"Excuse me, you were saying?" she said sarcastically.
"You heard me," …
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