Rottenromance Stories

You pour tea in a cup, silently. It is pretty cold in your house... but the fresh air doesn't seem to bother you at all. Your fingers are tapping the table as you bring the cup to you lips, sipping the tea peacefully. You look at the time, thinking about your day... about yesterday, humming softly without even noticing so... You hear a whines coming from your bedroom. You smile. Awake, already?