‘Good morning, my darling,’ said the bed. ‘Did you sleep well?’
‘It looks chilly today,’ said the wardrobe. ‘Better wear a sweater. The blue one looks good on you.’
‘The roses are beautiful,’ said the garden. ‘Would you pick some for me?’
‘Dinner smells good,’ said the oven. ‘A glass or two of red wine would go well with it.’
‘Goodnight, my darling,’ said the bed. ‘Sweet dreams.’
It’s been nearly three months now, but she’s still here, making me smile and feel loved.
‘It looks chilly today,’ said the wardrobe. ‘Better wear a sweater. The blue one looks good on you.’
‘The roses are beautiful,’ said the garden. ‘Would you pick some for me?’
‘Dinner smells good,’ said the oven. ‘A glass or two of red wine would go well with it.’
‘Goodnight, my darling,’ said the bed. ‘Sweet dreams.’
It’s been nearly three months now, but she’s still here, making me smile and feel loved.
