Can't sleep. I'm huddled, warm and comfy, under my covers, with the one street lamp beaming harshly into the window. Want to get up and close the curtain but too comfortable under the covers.
We’re sitting across from each other, the fireplace lit, our laptops sitting on our knees. The only light is the glow of the fire and the shine from the laptops.
The day of John's wedding to Mary finally arrives. We have spent weeks making up lists, planning menus, getting the right colors and all the accouterments that accompany a wedding.
I'm John Watson, once an Army doctor, now out of the military, I find myself in need of a flat in London, someone to share the rent, and a job. In this way, I can live in the heart of the city I love.
Sitting in the living room each in our chairs, fire blazing in the fireplace, tea by our sides, it seems like a perfect setting for a quiet evening.