She woke up to find him sprawled over the kitchen buffet, a wonder to behold except for the constant snoring in his dreams. Was he envisioning the barmaid that waited on him, asking his order, or the half naked dancers at the end of his rented hotel room bed? Jason would often be found this way, hungover, useless again this day, unable to be the husband she had wanted.
It was only another familiar morning in her life. Even the darkened clouds of rain refused to faze her anymore.