–Casa de Momzilla–

Tina slowly opened her eyes and looked at the clock.  Seeing that it was just seven thirty she rolled her eyes and dropped her head back onto the pillow.  Bette was still sleeping soundly, still snuggled as close to Tina as she could be.  Tina was now wide awake, there was no use in trying to go back to sleep.  Tina slowly turned over, trying not to disturb her sleeping beauty.  She propped herself up on her elbow and rested her head in her hand. 

*I laid there watching her sleep for a while.  She looked so peaceful. I wondered what she was dreaming about.  I hoped it was good dreams, dreams about us.  Shes so beautiful.  Even with everything that has happened I wondered how I got so lucky.  I wanted to spend every waking moment with this woman.  I wanted to know everything she was willing to tell me.*

Tina lightly kissed Bettes sleeping lips and slowly crawled out of bed.  She went to the window and looked outside.  The day was kinda dreary; the evidence of an early rain shower was still present.  Tina grabbed her robe off of the back of the door and headed downstairs. 

Tina walked into the kitchen and grabbed the kettle off of the stove.  She was feeling a lot better and surprisingly refreshed.  Tina leaned on the island counter across from the stove and watched the kettle, waiting for the water to boil.  Tina was in a daze staring at nothing when the loud whistling of the kettle brought her back into reality.  She turned the burner off and finished making her tea.  Tina walked over to the back door and slipped on her trusty flip flops then walked onto the back porch.

*I remember when I used to sit out here when I was a teenager.  I liked to think a lot, sometimes too much.  That could be part of my problem.  It was a chilly day for the end of May.  It was almost like those comfortable days in October when it was just warm enough to wear only a sweatshirt outside.  I really missed this when I was in LA.  That was pretty much the only downfall, no season change.*