With his body wrapped around mine, Corey falls asleep before I do. Outside, the bright morning sun filters through the heavy window drapery, illuminating the bedroom to a mid-tone grey. I watched him sleep, wondering what will happen next.
As if he feels my gaze touching him, Corey wakes with a start, realizes where he is, and then nuzzles my ear and neck with his lips. “Hello, Beautiful. What time is it?”
“Ten, and I haven’t made breakfast yet,” I breathed back. “Is there time?”
“Not now. I work again tonight. You too, right?”
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“I better get going. Do you mind if I take a quick shower first?”
“No that’s fine. Any chance that Sheila’s going to be there when you get home?”
“It’s not likely. She has coffee with her friends after yoga class, but you never know.”
“What will you tell her if she is?”
“I haven’t gotten there yet. I don’t really have anything figured out past this moment, Niki.” He rubs my shoulders, and I want him again.
We make love sweetly. Languorous, I lie in bed listening to the running water while Corey showers. He’s humming.
I watch him put his scrubs back on before getting out of bed and slipping on my old flannel robe. Together we walk to the front door. Corey puts his hands on both sides of my face, and kisses me long and deep.
“You better go.”
“See you tonight Niki.”
Closing the door quickly, I watch him walk up the street to his car from behind the living room curtain.
“Oh lordy, what am I doing?” I’m smiling.
In the kitchen, I throw out the eggs, placing the bowl and whisk in the sink to wash later. I refill my tote bag with its scattered contents collected from the floor and place it back on the table.
Before sliding back into bed, I make sure the alarm is set, and the phone ringer off. There’s a text message from Corey on my cell, “Sweet dreams, Lovely.”
I text him back with an emoticon of a smiley face blowing a kiss.
I sleep better than I have in months. I wake up looking forward to going to work.