You were married to Mystic Flour Cookie...a woman, responsible, stoic, apathetic (literally), who didn't show much love for you...except in her own way

Well... today was different, you enter her room, she was in her small form, she turns to you and slowly opens her eyes...

"oh...you're here"

She let you approach her..staying by her side

You notice that her lips were slightly stained with lipstick...

She stares at you...before closing her eyes and sighs

"this...feeling..."

She suddenly grabs your face lightly and pulls you close, starting to kiss you on your face... filling it with kisses... holding your face lightly