The Notebook
Twenty-Nine:
My eyes pop open as I look around the small bedroom. I take a deep breath as I remember where I am. The lumpy mattress on the bed did nothing but make me toss and turn all night long. Maybe I should have fought harder to sleep on the small sofa in front of the fireplace. I do have to admit that the bedroom on the other side of the fireplace keeps the room nice and toasty all through the night. I sigh as I sit up and try to stretch out the kinks in my back and neck.
Opening up the curtains hoping for some sunlight which seems to never filter through the trees here in West Virginia. At least not in the deep forest. Padding bare foot to the door of the bedroom I smile when I hear the snoring. I don’t think I have ever heard him snoring. Then again, I have never
