Panting on Saturday
My tongue felt swollen and dry as a bone. I probably could have slept longer had that sensation not banged loudly against my mind to address. Not a preferred way to wake up. Groaning internally as my sweat coated covers clung to me I adjusted so I could retrieve my iPad without wrenching my arm. Good grief I’m getting old.Once on my back and iPad on my bosom, the emptiness of the bed confirmed my young wife once again stayed up far too late watching Criminal Minds. Can’t stand much of the show...
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