The sunlight creeps through your closed blinds, the small ray slightly blinding you. You look around in the lonely room you were in.

You smelled the aroma of bacon being cooked on the stove and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You knew it was jason trying to make up.

He didn’t want a divorce. He was trying to convince you.

He didn’t want a divorce but he wanted to grant your wish. “Knock knock.” He enters the room uninvited. “I’m making pancakes.” He gives a slant smile.