Please don’t post it anywhere without permission. And please remember that life is not like movies and stories. You may like war movies, but odds ...re you don’t like being shot at. And please note I never claimed to be a writer. Oh yes, and if you’re under 18, stop reading now. Shame on you!Awakening to a New Life I awoke feeling very well rested but anxious for some reason. Do I have to go to work today, I wondered? Am I late? I tried to remember what day it was but I couldn't. As I rolled. I decided that I would stick to offering her my moral support unless my love wanted more from me.Her mother was quiet. She did look troubled as she, I hoped, reflected on Morgan’s words. She still looked haggard. She had gone downhill physically since I had first seen her. I wondered what she looked like a year ago. I remembered her picture online which looked different from when I had first met her.Morgan looked at me. I said, “My love, you have it covered. I agree and support you. Alone and without power, only a few candles to illuminate my small living space.“Bad enough that I’m stuck in Ottowa, away from everyone I know and love. Now I can’t even leave my apartment without freezing to death.”I stared sadly at my poor excuse for a tree. It had looked almost pretty when the lights were twinkling. Now it was just a shadow of its former glory, branches drooping while needles fell to the carpet, a handful at a time.“I wish I was anywhere but here right now. I wish I was. Drove down that afternoon and went out for a few pints in the local pub and headed back to settle down for the night.It’s a two bedroom well appointed house with no nearby neighbours so that suited me if I wanted to work a bit later then it meant I wasn’t disturbing anyone.I picked up my bag from the hall where I had dropped it earlier and went to decide what bedroom I was going to use. The first bedroom I looked in had two single beds so I went for a look at the other.It had a king size bed,.