Tootielove

It’s Our Turn Blue eyes open to the sound of birds chirping happily outside. ‘Fucking birds’ Jack sits up rubbing his eyes. ‘Another day of emotional torture’ He thinks gloomily Getting out of bed is surprisingly easy. Jack trudges out of his room and slips into the bathroom to use the toilet and wash his face. He pokes his head out and listens to the humming coming from the kitchen. He pushes the sides of his mouth up in a smile and exits the room to go toward the joyful sound. Mark looks up from his seat at the island. He has a bowl of Cheerios in front of him and his cheeks are puffed out, no doubt fille