Hello, My Wife
We started dreading waking up in the morning. Two young children, nonstop talking and attention-hungry jerks jumping on our bed at 6 am is...normal. Dear God. My wife, bless her terribly rational soul, decided that we cannot change them, nor stop them, so our only option was to change our shared pattern at night. I'm still shaking my head in disgust.
The Colors of Your Eyes
My love, see me all filled with glee! Your eyes sensationalize your plea. When green, a sheen that speckles blue, I trust someone must be hurting you.
The Cowardly Lion
Thump. Linus shot forward from his slouched position on the sofa, just barely stopping himself from keeling over the coffee table. He put his elbows on his knees and rubbed his tired eyes. What was that noise?