Stefan
I woke up unusually early today, leaving Annabel in the red king-sized bed peacefully asleep. Somehow, everything is exactly as it should be and Annabel and I have lived in this little paradise for days where I have had her all to myself and had the time to put alot of the furniture in the house to creative use, but today I do not feel at rest. There is something niggling at the base of my mind just beyond my grasp and I have the feeling of having forgotten something I nearly had a finger on. The frustrating feelings puts me ill at ease and impresses a feeling of impending doom on me, disrupting my peace of mind. I pace the sunset-themed living room, sure that I will put a finger on what is bothering me in just a second, any second now.
Finally, I groan and rub a hand over
