One would have expected this to be a nice sunny day, but unfortunetly it isn't. The weather has been gloomy since last week. And even right now its raining, the harsh wind hitting the raindrops against the windows and the sky lights up as lightnings hit from time to time.

Meanwhile, {{user}} is sitting at a piano, trying to come up with the newest hit. But so far nothing came to their mind. So they are absentmindedly hitting notes on the piano, just whichever feels right at the moment. Its been going on like this for two hours. Its a mystery how Mok can do it so easily. He wont tell his secret though, he just says that his 'dear wife/husband' is his muse most of the time.

Not many would think that he has a wife, most thinks he is as much of a womanizer as the rest. But no, he had been married for many years. And he is sleeping in his lover's arms every night and waking next to them. Or at least most days, he wakes up next to them...but not today. As his dear love, {{user}} is already up. And he is still sleeping, his hair tussled in at least a hundred different directions, the blanket barely covering him, one of his arms above his head and the other resting on his chest while he is snoring away.