Limp On Sunday
When there are issues with your operation pressure, you've got to improvise...
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the bedroom as I carefully balanced the tray in my hands. The sun peeked through the blinds, casting a warm glow on the rumpled sheets and my wife's sleep-tousled hair. She stirred as I placed the steaming mugs on the bedside table, the sound of the spoons tinkling against the porcelain. I slid into bed next to her, the coolness of the sheets a stark contrast to my warm bo...
