SweetSweetLemonade

That night – okay, it wasn’t even nighttime, because by the time you made your way home the first lights of morning were beginning to show – had flown by far too quickly for your liking. It seemed as soon as you collapsed into bed, eagerly and happily curling into your husband’s side, you could hear the alarm clock sounding obnoxiously again, signalling that it was time to return to work. You groaned exaggeratedly at the noise, wanting to but just narrowly avoiding swatting the alarm clock to the ground. With sore arms, you stretched forward towards your nightstand where the device sat, hitting several times at the bu