Sunday

Sandra wakes up and stretches. Josh is still laying next to her, looking sweet and peaceful as he sleeps. She carefully slips out of bed, not bothering to change out of her satin nightshirt. She starts the coffee pot and gets eggs and bacon from the fridge and pancakes from the freezer.

She is already eating her breakfast when husband walks out. “Sausage is in the microwave with the pancakes. I didn't cook you an egg so that it wouldn’t cool off. Did you want me to cook one for you?”

“No. I’ll cook mine. Eat. Any big plans for the day?”