Food Ships

Aslan was still bare-chested, sitting in a chair waiting for his wife to bring him breakfast. There were many long scratches of fingernails and bites all over his upper body. It was all from his beloved wife. 

The man felt no pain at all even though his body was almost full of wounds. His satisfaction last night covered all the pain he should have felt. 

"Today, what are you going to do?" Rosie asked her husband as she put the breakfast for Aslan at the dining table.

"Maybe I'll make a door on that side so we can use the bathroom without having to leave the house first."

Rosie nodded in understanding. The two of them finished their breakfast, and Rosie left Aslan who was getting busy with his work. After feeding the chicks and watering the garden, she looked at the ingredients for the bread Aslan had bought yesterday.