From the corner of my eye, from the softness of my pillow, I see him sleeping; his mouth is ajar, silently breathing in dust motes that float erratically above the quilt. He looks peaceful, beautiful, somewhat angelic, in slumber; a wonderful contrast to the lovable beast that inhabits him, in consciousness. He opens his eyes; did he sense me looking at him, I wonder? Does he know I look at him this way every morning, and think such things? He smiles at me; the creases of middle-age have formed in the corners of his lips, the lips I would kiss, every morning, adoringly and without hesitance. We pillow-talk, reflect on our past, until the dust motes settle. We speak of our families, our friends and of our two beautiful teenage children – but our conversation always fails to lead to the one, difficult-to-ask, forever-grinding, question, Why have you been cheating on me?
©2012.alittlebirdtweets
I liked it!
It’s the first time I hear of pillow-talk. I’ve Google it. An interesting expression.
I tip my hat.
Thanks Vincent! Glad you enjoyed it
oh my…emotional turn for me….thinking oh how lovely, how perfect. how lucky….and then…ouch…how real and raw. Hugs
Thanks so much Aspergers Girls. Hugs
You are as talented as you are beautiful. xxxx
Thank You my dear
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You’ve really captured a moment here. Everything is alive. Great job.
Thanks for your feedback Daniel. It’s good to hear readers thoughts on my stories as it guides me forward on my strengths and weaknesses as a writer. I’m going over to check out your blog now…:)
the toughest question to ask!
Definitely. I think she fears knowing the truth, and also the change it could make to her life afterwards, if he admitted he had been cheating.