Jack's 1st Breakfast
My initial efforts - written by Jack with my edits - please comment
The morning light was just beginning to filter through the blinds, casting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. Jack woke slowly, his mind fuzzy with sleep, and instinctively reached for Jenn, but his hand found only cool, empty linen. He blinked, pushing himself up on an elbow, and that's when he saw it: a small, folded piece of paper resting on her pillow. He picked it up, the paper crisp between his fingers. Her ele...