Janine and I were huddled together under our thick soft comforter, smoking some of Annie's latest harvest. The smoke perfumed the air with a woodsy campfire scent. It stirred our urges and soon Janine was on top of me, smothering me with kisses. She started rocking her body gently against mine, in a quiet restrained motion, so as not to awaken Eva, who was sleeping next door.

Our kisses muffled out the sounds of our impending ecstasy, but it wasn't necessary, because the blaring alarm of the smoke detector canceled everything out. We froze and looked up at the smoke detector in our bedroom. Thinking it was triggered by the thick smoke from Annie's pot, we jumped out of bed and grabbed the Louisville Slugger. We were going to whack the alarm off, but when we got under it, we found it was already off.

We looked at each other and quickly donned our robes. The alarm was coming from outside our bedroom door. We tested the temperature of the door and found that it was cool to the touch, so we carefully opened it. The smell instantly hit us and we almost peed ourselves when our bedroom smoke detector started blaring right above our heads. We quickly tapped the Louisville Slugger against it and disabled it.

Eva's bedroom door was open. We found her scrambling around the kitchen in a panic. The oven was on fire. Janine grabbed the fire extinguisher while I opened the windows and conked the other smoke detectors into submission. Eva stood in the corner watching us with tears streaming down her face. We asked her what happened and she explained that she was baking us a pie and it somehow caught on fire. I'm guessing it was the entire stick of butter that she used in the filling.

It was a little after 6am, so we told her to go back to bed and we would figure out what she did wrong later. Janine and I reattached all of the detectors and closed all the windows. Then we climbed back into bed and contemplated. This was an omen. We haven't smoked pot since last Thanksgiving and this was a sign that we probably shouldn't have started up again.

A lot has changed since Eva came into our lives. We used to drink wine or beer with every meal and now we don't even keep alcohol in the house. I guess we just want it to be a temptation free environment for Eva. We probably should have declined Annie's baggy of pot. It's not like we need to get stoned to feel good. I think we just did it for old time's sake. That and the fact that the pot was free. I mean seriously, who in their right mind passes up free pot?