The day began like most others, John was awake, showered and in the kitchen while Marlena slept soundly. The coffee was brewing, Marlena's favorite mug sat on the counter, the teabag steeping away. John hummed a peppy little tune while he placed two cinnamon buns on a plate. He chuckled aloud as he thought that …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 