Nigel Walters

He felt like his head was twice the size, the migraine was killing him, he had a hard day at work, he turned the key to enter the apartment and felt like his head was going to explode, Michael Jackson music was playing at full volume, there were clothes all over the living room, it smelled like burnt sugar and cinnamon, when he entered the kitchen there she was, she was wearing his white shirt that he was going to wear tomorrow for work and she was preparing some food."Damn, what the heck?!"He asked when he saw her using a spoon stained with some mixture as a microphone while she sang.