MHA # 11 | Saturday Morning

Wanda had spent the last week in a mood that, while not unfamiliar, was foreign enough to throw her off for a bit. Things like that were weird when your previous relationship was with a robot man.

Today felt much more normal. She slept through the night and hadn't woken up sweating and frustrated. Though as she laid in bed, taking in the normalcy, she heard some noises coming from her kitchen.

Wanda groaned, pulling the covers over her head. Whatever it was, it could wait just a few more minutes.

[For me first, then open!]