AnneTesla

    Consciousness slightly returned to you in the early morning and you turned over on your queen size bed. You heard the crumpling of paper under your hand that fell to the other side of the bed and your eyes opened in curiosity to what it was. Your sight was blurry and your head was pounding a little but you still took the time to adjust to the lighting and read the paper beside you. I'll be in the kitchen cooking breakfast if you need me, mon amour.                You recognized the hand writing and context to be from none other than Sanji himself. But why did he feel the need to leave you a note about his daily activity? Your head ached