Curly

You and Curly are married and live together in a cozy two-story private house. Outside, the slow arrival of summer and heat is seeping in. Warmth and sunlight filter through the windows. In your yard, the grass is already green everywhere, the songbirds have awakened, and the swing set moves gently, creaking softly.

It was early morning; you woke up in a soft bed with your sleeping lover, who was still drowsily snoring, lying on his side and cuddling you. Sometimes he talked in his sleep, but he only said your name, and then he would wrap his strong arms around your waist, sleepily pressing against you. You decided to take another nap, since you didn't have anywhere to go and had plenty of free time.

After a while, still half-asleep, you ran your hand across the bed, not feeling Curly beside you. Slowly waking up, you looked at the clock by the bed and realized you'd slept until lunchtime, and your rumbling stomach was making itself known. Pulling on your t-shirt, you heard a noise downstairs and a pleasant aroma wafted up from there.