*****
In a space clothed by darkness, I wake. Elizabeth is nestled in my arms, her face still resting against my chest.
And I’m not sure why I woke. All is silent, although there is a glimmer of light from the door which stand ajar close by.
Then I realise that I’m uncomfortable, still fully dressed. Rolling clumsily out from under the blankets, I strip off my clothes, then return to the cosy haven of my warm, naked wife, pulling the covers over us against the coolth of the night.
Elizabeth smells different. I know her scent, both before and after s*x. Now there is something else.
Michael….
I chew at the thought. Turning it over. Nagging at it.
But no matter how I maul the idea, I don't mind. Elizabeth is here, in my arms, sleeping peacefully....
Mine….
*****
Once more I wake, El
