DRAVEN
The crowing of roosters woke me up here in the village. My wife is no longer beside me and it seems like she woke up earlier and got out of bed as usual to exercise in the morning.
I smiled as the scent of Agatha’s shampoo lingered on the pillow next to me. I could still feel her warm breath fanning on my skin. The passionate moment we shared yesterday by the river and here at home is still clear in my memory.
Luckily, the bed is sturdy and even though I struggled to control myself, our companions didn’t wake up because we made minimal noise. I grabbed my cellphone and a smile stayed on my lips when I saw my wife’s beautiful face sleeping in my bed.
I treasure this photo, it is so memorable to me because it was the first night that something happened between us and until now, I
