He watched his wife walk into the bedroom smiling dragging her body like a cobra that swallowed a goat. She could only be coming from the kitchen. As she made her way towards him on the bed, he pulled his body further up in order to position himself strategically on the pillow. It was 10a.m. His head was heavy from inadequate sleep. Since their 11 years old identical twins left for the boarding house, they spent Friday night watching films till the early hours of the morning. He felt like going back to bed.
‘Sweetheart. I am preparing this sumptuous breakfast,’ she said and fell on him. He moved a bit because she smelt of onions.
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