The orange hue of the morning peeks through the curtains. The covers slip down slightly, exposing your naked breast.
Finally! After all these years—you are here, with me. I look at your sleeping face—so peaceful, so serene. I think about the conversation that’s coming. I’m not afraid, just concerned.
I stood in your place once. I know the weight of vows and guilt. For me, it came down to a quiet life half-lived or a bold leap towards sublime possibility.
Will you see it the same way? Can you do it? Can you leave him?
For me?
For us?
I liked this. Emotionally it’s quite intense, almost like a poem.
The story is alive with possibilities… nicely done!