Steamy Surprises
I push open the front door and shake my useless, broken umbrella on the welcome mat outside. I take off my coat and try to shake as much water off of it as possible. Removing my pumps, I walk down the entrance foyer and upstairs to our bedroom. As I flick on the light, I’m disappointed not to see you there. Realizing that you had mentioned that you were going to be working late, I begin to strip off my soaking wet clothes. Glancing into the mirror I almost laugh, my hair was a fright and my...