Atticus
Mornings.
I always thought I'm a morning person.
Turns out, I'm not a morning person. I hate mornings. I stayed up all night. And it was rough. But it got rougher when dawn cracked and the sun sneaked in. There's nothing worse than having a bad morning and the sun is fùcking sunny. Billions of years of the sun being alive and it still doesn't know how to read a fùcking room. It still doesn't know when to dazzle and when to dim.
The door bursts open.
My wife walks in with her suitcase. As if my morning couldn't get any worse. Kill me now!
I sit up in bed and bury my head in my hands, exasperated and exhausted. It gets worse when I look up and Gisele is sitting on the bed with the biggest smile on her face.
“I missed you.”
“I thought you were supposed to be at the retreat wit
