My Danny

She was hungover the next morning. I knew she was. She knew I knew she was, but she still tried not to let it show. I lit a cigarette and stumbled into the kitchen dressed only in my boxers. My eyes were still blurred with tiredness and my eyelids were heavy. I heard soft footsteps behind me and soon felt her hand enclose around my own. Her eyes were wide and she looked quite nice in my shirt. ‘’Morning,’’ she mumbled trying not to yawn. I kissed her cheek in response and flicked on the kettle. She was always so cute in the mornings, my Annie, always so cute.