Noodlesoup
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- Joined
- Dec 15, 2012
- Location
- USA
Bill could hardly believe she was dead. His wife, Tricia, the mother of his beautiful daughter, had died. It had already been a year but he still found himself lonely in his bed. Some nights he'd even let his daughter sleep in his bed like she'd done while her mother was alive just so he could hold someone close. But lately, he didn't think she'd be too keen on the idea. After all, she was a teenager now, and a very beautiful one at that. He dreaded the thought of her leaving for college some day, leaving him totally alone. Thankfully, that was a long ways away.
It was a Saturday morning when Bill got up out of bed, rubbing his eyes as he walked down the hall and into the kitchen to get some coffee. He was wearing his white wife-beater and plaid pajama pants. His hair was jet black and thankfully hadn't begun to grey as he turned 38. He didn't really expect it to grey so quickly but with all the stress, he wouldn't be too surprised. His sky blue eyes were drowsy and still half asleep as his well built body stretched in the doorway, trying to limber up before the day began. He was a pretty active person and still maintained a strong body. He sat at the table and drank his coffee, looking out at the fields of white. It was winter, so there wasn't any farming to be done, thank goodness. He really wasn't in the mood. His skin had been tanned from years of farming.
It was a Saturday morning when Bill got up out of bed, rubbing his eyes as he walked down the hall and into the kitchen to get some coffee. He was wearing his white wife-beater and plaid pajama pants. His hair was jet black and thankfully hadn't begun to grey as he turned 38. He didn't really expect it to grey so quickly but with all the stress, he wouldn't be too surprised. His sky blue eyes were drowsy and still half asleep as his well built body stretched in the doorway, trying to limber up before the day began. He was a pretty active person and still maintained a strong body. He sat at the table and drank his coffee, looking out at the fields of white. It was winter, so there wasn't any farming to be done, thank goodness. He really wasn't in the mood. His skin had been tanned from years of farming.