My Danny


My head pounded as I sat up. He was already awake and looking at me. I smiled and tried to hide my handover. He'd only laugh and say it was my own fault if he thought I had one. He moved to go to the kitchen and I followed. He made us breakfast and we went back to bed. I wrapped my arms around him and he kissed me like he always did in the morning. He always tasted so good, my Danny, so sickeningly sweet.