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The ugly spinoff to make a daily mental reminder to grab and leave at least a bottle of water at my bedside table whenever I had taken my desired beauty sleep was beginning to be an added nuisance to my forgetful mind. As I pushed my frisking annoyance down again on this flight of steps at this unearthly time of the night, I wanted to whack myself for forgetting yet again my bottle of Trevi that I had already prepared five hours ago. As I set my foot down on the living room floor, I observed that the kitchen light was still on. But who is awake at this ridiculous interval of bedtime hour?
"Lisa?" I called—just to make sure, as I moved my stride near the kitchen, and finding how Lisa was snugly seated in a chair and had a primarily filled saucer above the wooden table. "What are you doing?"
"You need to stop those impulsive scaring jerks of yours."
She childishly wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling puckishly as she held a particular jar—which parenthetically appeared to contain a countless concoction of sugar confectionery. I pulled back a chair and sat kiddingly in front of her.
"What are you doing at this late hour anyway?"
"Perhaps this?" She pointed sarcastically to her filled saucer with a spoon in her grip. "I fell in love with these strawberries coated in Nutella and smeared with Dulce de Leche along with sprinkled rainbow marshmallows." She scooped practically a spoon-full of the mentioned sugary treat and stuffed it appetizingly with a serenaded purring inside her mouth. "You want?"
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My DUMB Wife - JenLisa
FanfictionHave you ever imagined that one day the voices inside your head were fighting, your imaginary friend was running with a scissor in its hand, and at one point one of your personalities wandered off for the reason that somehow you had just proposed to...