She stood at the sink filling the coffee pot with water for their morning coffee. The soft spring sunlight from the kitchen window spilled onto her white cotton gown. There was a slight smile playing about her full lips, her small pink tongue came out to moisten them as her thoughts turned to the night before....
Theirs was an old story. They had been married for several years. The spark had left them long ago. Sometimes she remembered the way they used to be, young, careless and full of so much adventure. Age and responsibilities takes care of some of that but deep down in her heart she can't help but long for the moments when her breath would catch in her throat just at the sight of him walking into a room.
They had talked of how they could get the spark back. It wasn't that they didn't love each other, no not at all, but it was that life just interfered so much. They both had jobs and worked long hours. They hadn't been blessed with children but they had wanted a child for a while. But nothing ever came from their talks... nothing but good intentions.
Until last night.
She had asked him to clean up the house a little that day, she had to go into work early and was going to be there late. The day was one of those that lasts forever. All she could think about when she got home was a nice bath and maybe a bowl of soup. The house was dark when she arrived home. He has probably went out with friends knowing I was working late. That was ok, she would just relax and turn in early.
Flipping on a few lights as she made her through the house and up the stairs. She kicked her shoes off in the hallway, I'll pick them up in the morning when I crawl out of bed. As she approached the bedroom door she heard a slight noise, she stood still, heart beating in her chest. All those wild thoughts running through her head as how she was going to get out of the house fast, which door was closest to her car...She stood still and there wasn't any more noise.
