One More Time

“Emmy? Emmy? Are you up?” I turned in my sleep, trying to ignore the soft whisper in my ear. “Emmy?” I groaned. What did he want?

            “Babe, wake up.” My eyes finally flickered open. Our bedroom was in pitch blackness, the only illumination was the moonlight through the curtains. I turned to face Keith.

            “What could possibly be bothering you at three in the morning?” I questioned him, sitting up. I leaned over him to turn on the bedside lamp. I sat back and closed my eyes, hoping this wouldn’t take forever.

            “A lot actually. I’ve been meaning to… uh… talk to you.” I opened one eye and peeked at him.

            “You talk to me every day, Keith. In fact, we just had quite a lovely conversation just 4 hours ago. You know, before we fell asleep.”

            “Now’s not the time to joke. I want to have a serious conversation with you, for once.” For once? We always had serious conversations. Ever since we’d been married for the past three years, we’ve done nothing but talk seriously. Okay, that may be a lie, but still. We always had serious conversations!

            “Okay. I’ll be serious. What do you want to talk about at this fine hour?” Keith gave me that come on look. Wasn’t my fault the only thing keeping me up was humor. And I couldn’t even have that!

            Keith took a deep breath, as though he was trying to gather the courage up to say something. “Keith, please do hurry. I have work in the morning and Mr. Banks said that if I’m late one more time—”

            “I’m divorcing you.”