A Good Morning
Under the canopy of the trees Tony and Michelle lay sleeping, a blazer draped over Michelle’s shoulders as she nuzzled next to Tony. The cold, which was truly just mild, did not bother him. He was more concerned with his wife’s comfort than his own, as always. He couldn’t help it.
Yesterday they had jokingly referred to his amnesia as a system crash and said that his brain was trying to reboot.
Tony tossed one of his useless magazines at her in retribution, laughing.
They went to sleep smiling and content despite the rough spot they called their “bed.”
Now dawn was arriving. Tony opened his eyes and saw the colors of the magic hour painted on the screen of the sky. He made a slight stretch and gave a closed-mouth yawn. His eye moved downwards to the earth, to Michelle’s sleeping face. A strand of hair had fallen across her nose. He brushed it out of the way, his hand lingering on her ear.
Yesterday they had jokingly referred to his amnesia as a system crash and said that his brain was trying to reboot.
Tony tossed one of his useless magazines at her in retribution, laughing.
They went to sleep smiling and content despite the rough spot they called their “bed.”
Now dawn was arriving. Tony opened his eyes and saw the colors of the magic hour painted on the screen of the sky. He made a slight stretch and gave a closed-mouth yawn. His eye moved downwards to the earth, to Michelle’s sleeping face. A strand of hair had fallen across her nose. He brushed it out of the way, his hand lingering on her ear.