5 of swords

Morning

Carolyn pried her eyes open as the morning light now streaming in her windows had apparently made its way to her face.

She threw her forearm over her face, the light feeling like it was ripping her head apart.

"Why do we put poison in our bodies?" she groaned, regretting opening the second bottle last night.

"Not quite sure." Her husband's voice came out of the bathroom.

Carolyn turned her head and cracked one eye to look at him. "Did you already go for a run?"

"Yeah I figured you weren't going with me."

She closed her eyes again and rolled her head back on to her pillow fully. Yeah there was no chance she was moving in the next hour let alone running five miles.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." Carolyn whispered, even the sound of her own voice hurt.

Brett was silent.

She turned her head again and peeked at her husband. He was standing in the bathroom door, naked, toweling off his hair. The pained look on his face cut her right to the core.

But wasn't she supposed to be mad at him about something? Yeah, Carolyn was pretty sure she was mad at this man but couldn't remember about what through the muddled fog of her brain.

"Can you give me an hour?" She conceded. "Then I may be able to talk about it."

Brett nodded, smiling softly. She really did love his smile. But, she was mad at him. She was sure she would remember why soon.

"I made you some coffee, it's on the night stand." Brett said as he turned around to walk back into the bathroom. "I assumed you didn't want anything sweet or heavy so I just left it black."

Carolyn turned and looked to her right. Sure enough there was a steaming cup of coffee on her night stand in her favorite pottery mug. Next to it a piece of plain toast rested on a small white plate.

Damn. Why was she mad at him again?

She slowing pushed herself up to a seated position, leaning against the gray tufted headboard and took a sip of the coffee. She closed her eyes again as the hot liquid soothed something deep inside her.

Oh right, Brett hadn't wanted to go out last night and Carolyn just wanted someone to cater to her needs for once. She was always bending over backwards for others. She sheepishly looked over at the toast. But he was doing sweet things like this for her all the time. So what was she actually mad about? Why did Brett not wanting to go out last night hurt her so much?

She needed something from him but she wasn't sure what. Or maybe she just need him to listen to something that she wasn't even sure how to say yet.