Greg awoke slowly to the cold chill of the new morning. The undesirable cold swept the covers off him and he recoiled underneath the salvageable pillows. He never liked the cold, in fact his favorite season was summer. But lately he had been thankful that May (the month) had been unusually cold. Ever since he had put on some weight; taking his shirt off to go for a swim had been a test of nerves.
Lucky for him that with the family's newly constructed pool he could shamelessly swim about shirtless and not worry about spectators.
But, today was not a day to think of the negative he said to himself. Actually in the short thirty seconds of being awake he had already smelt the sweet-smelling aroma of Susan’s heavenly homemade pancakes. When ever he smelt her cooking he swore he was dreaming, her cooking was one of the things that he liked most about his wife and it was one of the few things that could waver his mind when waking up.
But enough dilly-dallying he thought. Time to get ready for work…
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