Fjordur #31 (Patreon)

My head aches as I lay motionless on the soft bed. The pain increases with every movement I make.

“Give it to me!” I shout but no reply came. I need it. I can’t function without it.

The second the door opens, the smell hit my nose. He walks past the bed as my mouth drools. With a quick swoosh, the room is filled with harsh morning sunlight making my eyes squint.

“Stop being dramatic,” I hear my husband grumble before handing me a cup of steaming coffee, “Honestly, sometimes I think you love coffee more than me.”

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