Secrets

I awoke before it was completely light out. I rolled over to hold Ethan close only to find he wasn’t in bed next to me. Blinking the sleep from my eyes I looked around.

Dawn’s light filtered in through the sheer curtains hanging in front of the bay windows and outside I could hear the horns and whistles from the ships preparing to leave dock for their day’s adventures. Seagulls cried and I imagined them dipping low, searching for their breakfast. My own stomach grumbled softly although I couldn’t imagine why after the enormous meal from last night.

I lay back against my pillows for a moment, wondering if Ethan was intending on coming back to bed or if I should go downstairs and greet him. Pulling my silken robe from my desk chair next to my side of the bed I decided I could get out of bed for the day, even if it was barely dawn. The light shown through one of the wind chimes hanging from a hook above the bay windows and it made a funnel on the carpet next to me. I stared at it for a moment, mesmerized at all of the colors reflected on the wood floor. It was beautiful, so airy, so delicate. I wished I could hold that light in my hands. The idea of the warmth of it made me want to stay in bed for the rest of the day.

Pushing back the covers and swinging my legs over the side, I pulled my robe on and secured the tie in the front. The wooden floor was chilly against my bare feet and I hurried to the carpeted hallway. From downstairs somewhere I heard Ethan’s voice, speaking softly although I couldn’t make out the words. I made my way downstairs, still feeling light and happy from the night before.

In the living room I saw that he had put the fire at out some point, probably the night before, after he had put me to bed. Our plates and the trays that had held last night’s meal had already been washed and put away and I smelled fresh coffee, pancakes, bacon. I smiled. He really was spoiling me. But where was Ethan?

I stood still for a moment, trying to pinpoint his location. It sounded as though he were in his office, down the hall on the other side of the living room. I decided to make myself a cup of coffee first, wake myself up a bit. Pouring the coffee and adding my cream and sugar, I grabbed a banana and nibbled on it as I walked down the hallway.

“Yes. I understand. I’ll speak to her. No, I wouldn’t do that, she tends to pull away if she feels as though she’s being pressured. Yes. No, I’m telling you, if that’s what you want, you’ll have to be patient. Yes. I’ll contact you.”

I pushed open the heavy oak doors to Ethan’s office just as he hung up his phone. He was sitting behind his desk, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Everything okay?”

He looked up sharply at the sound of my voice.

“How long have you been standing there.”

For some reason I felt like a child who had just been caught doing something she knew better than to do.

“Oh, I’m, just a few moments?”

I took a sip of my coffee, pushing my hair out of my face and watched him carefully. His expression softened but he stood and hurried around the side of his desk, wrapping me in a hug while gently guiding me out of his office.

“Let’s get some food in you.”

Kissing my forehead he took my free hand and led me to the kitchen.

“Who were you on the phone with?”

“Oh, just work.”

He sounded exhausted and I knew he was lying. It wasn’t anything specific, I just knew. I decided not to push him though. He seemed to be growing more uncomfortable by the moment so I allowed him to serve me breakfast and we made what’s I felt was small talk but what he seemed relieved to be making. While we ate I wondered what it was he was keeping from me and I thought of that funnel of light in our bedroom and wished I could sit in it, warm my insides from it’s glow.

Written in response to The Daily Post.

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