Daisy
Waking up to my nose burning is not a good way to start the day. The smell. God, it’s terrible! Mama is making eggs for breakfast, and I swear it’s the nastiest thing I've ever smelled! My nose dislikes it so much that it twitched- I promise.
Something nags me in the back of my mind, but I ignore it.
Getting into the shower, I start prepping for my day, even though Rik is on my mind for the duration of it. What happened last night? He had not shown up to pick me up. And no message or calls... no return calls either. I spent until nine last night on the couch waiting for him. Sure, we missed the reservation, but we could still have made it to the hotel, right?
Am I disappointed in myself at the trail my brain took? Maybe- last night no, but this morning- a little bit, yeah.
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