J.A. Malec
9I'm totally giving up cooking. David does it so much better. After finishing a delicious supper, we sat in front of the TV set, and turned a film on. The evening flew by in an instant. We started to get ready to go to sleep: shower, teeth, lotion and off to bed. I tucked myself in comfortably. Then David walked in the room, holding a blanket and a pillow. Oh yes, I was going to talk to him about it.
“ I don't think you have to watch me anymore.”
“ I will decide about it myself.”
“ I'm not at risk to die of a stroke, and I don't think that the demon would be brave enough to storm in here.” I tried to convince him.
“ Don't count on my leaving you.” He replied and made himself comfortable in the armchair.
He is so pig headed. I wanted him to go to his own bed because sleepi
