Flower Fortune- Sweetbriar: Poetry and fragrance.

A note left on Harry's pillow this morning:

Do not wake up when you read this. Just roll over, start sleeping again. Don't worry, the kids won't be here, they'll be with me and Trinity at the park. We'll be having fun without you, but I want you to get rest. Sleep has not been with you lately, little miss. We won't be home until late, either. Take a long bath, start a new book. Kiss my signature. Take a day to yourself.

Your best mate to whom you owe your life,
Rev

I smiled, but couldn't go back to sleep. Instead, I went directly to the phone and tried to call Harry. But he didn't answer.

Without the kids in the house, without Rev to laugh with me and make fun of the children with me, without him to wink at me from across the room, I am sadly alone. I want to read; but I there are so many to choose from. Where does one start when they have a day to themselves?