Al Roker's Sweetheart

Fiction / No shade to America's favorite weatherman

Note: This is fiction. I write fiction too. I just haven’t published any in… years? I welcome your thoughts. Let’s use that creative writing degree, yeah?

It was 5:45 a.m., and the curtains in Marianne’s bedroom glowed blue with the faint September sun. She had been awake for at least 15 minutes already, but hadn’t opened her eyes yet. She wasn’t particu…