David sat up and looked at the bed next to his.
“Jess, it's time to wake up.”
David's wife showed no signs of waking
“All right then, you can sleep a little while longer.”
He tossed the covers aside, got out of bed, and went into the small master bathroom. David showered and shaved in preparation for the day. He returned to the bedroom taking their clothes out of the closet. As he dressed, he watched his wife with one eye. Although a bit thinner, she was as beautiful as the day they met. He moved closer to her. With one finger he traced shapes in the freckles on her face.
David word’s came as if he were singing. “Jess, open your eyes.”
She did not respond.
“All right then. I am going to have to use drastic measures.”
David threw open the drapes and opened the French doors to the terrace.
“C'mon Jess, the sun is up and it is an absolutely gorgeous day. Let's have breakfast outside.”
He didn't really expect a reply. He sighed with sad frustration. How many mornings would be like this?
“Open your bright eyes, Babe. Please.”
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