Stormy
I’ve been dreaming of Mark, he’s the only thing I can think of. Lately, everything seems to lead me to him, it’s as if I’m drawn to him. We steal glances at the dinner table or we’ll bump into each other just to touch. I know he isn’t happy about all of this wedding stuff and honestly every time we go to plan some other part of the ceremony, I start to feel ill. It’s as if my heart is rejecting this marriage.
The other night he snuck down to the kitchen to talk to me while I ate ice cream with cereal on top.
“Storm, what the f**k is that?”
“It’s delicious”
“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were pregnant. That would kill me to know you were carrying his baby”
“But at last I’m not!”
“I need to talk to you”
“Ok… take a seat and lets the beans spill”
“Okay, first I n
