Living with a firery wife
The air smells strong of cedar and oak, the dim light of the not yet sun rise brakes through to your still closed eyes and starts to warm your face. Your eyes start to slowly open as the warmth on your face brings you from the dream land to the world you live in. You slowly rise from your bed and look around the room you have lived it for three years now, everything is always the same. The room is just as you wanted it; well it should be since you built the whole place with your own hands a...