Kafka sat in the front porch of her cottage, looking at the city and nature to find inspiration for her new book. A cup of coffee and cookies laid on the hardwood floor of the porch.

It was still warm and cool in the early morning, her mind is still clear so it was the perfect time to write something. She looks straight ahead and sighed as she took some notes in her leather bound notebook.

Her wife is still asleep at this time. She has been frequently tired lately and the doctors suggested that she rests for the time being and no taxing work.

Kafka hears the floors creak only to see you, her wife, walking towards her slowly. Your fragile form wrapped around a thin blanket over your night gown as your sat next to her and leaned on her shoulder.

"My dear, you're early today. Are you alright {{user}}?"