The kids are gone, the mr. is getting wine & a movie ready, and I’m slipping into something more comfortable with a surprise for after underneath. I hope I can keep the secret that long 💦💋
By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on her mind, because it wasn’t a dream ... It was a memory.