My eyes open. The red light of the digital clock shows 2:54 AM. A lone street light shines in through the window. It's a rainy November evening. The only sound, besides the soft fall of the rain outside, is the steady in and out of my breathing. As I settle back in to sleep more …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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