“How about it honey?” Michael whispered.
“I’m tired – in the morning.”
I pull the covers up to my chin. “The morning, I’ll wake you.” I say. I cover up, so he won’t kiss me or touch me and get worked up.
Morning, slide out of bed, grab clothes and tip toe to the bathroom. No shower, just slip into my clothes. Water off when brushing. Tip toe back to the bedroom, where is my my pocketbook? My shoes? Michael will wake soon. I won’t be here.
I let out a long sigh as I get in the car. Food shopping, dry cleaning, and drug store.