Past, Present, Future
I walked into the kitchen, starving and desperately in need of coffee. This was my third attempt at trying to make it downstairs. The first time I’d woken up, I’d tossed on one of Clark’s plaid shirts and he immediately proceeded to take it off. The second time, he’d joined me in the shower. After that, I needed another nap and, now, I was finally able to make it down fully clothed and in one piece. It was about noon, so it technically wasn’t breakfast time, but I saw that Clark had set aside a plate of eggs, bacon and pancakes for me. And there was a fresh pot of coffee on the counter.
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