Glass Walls

Glass Walls (Concept)

His hand slowly lets go of mine as we part to our rooms. He never minds what I do, never minds how much I spend, if I know I'm his. I am his, unwaveringly and undoubtedly, his. My bedroom walls are mirrored on the side that face him, though I know he's on the other side looking in. I drop my shoes by the bed as I always do, and slip the black satin dress off my shoulders and on to the floor. He loves that dress, he gave it to me when I moved in. He bought me new clothes to match his, so we never looked out of place together. The cold tile of the deck chill the bottoms of my feet when I go for a swim. I walk slowly into the water while he watches from a walkway, cigar and a glass of whisky. The water ripples out from under me making small blue waves across the still surface. My white bikini dips into the water as he returns to the sliding door and vanishes behind another mirrored wall. We just got back from a party. I swim to relax sometimes, nothing too busy, just floating above the surface revealing enough of my legs to stay cool. He can seem a little distant at times but I know he loves me. He tells me I'm the light of his life. Pulling a towel off a chair I dry my hair and step out of the pool and walk across the deck. After drying the rest of the way off and taking off the bikini I usually sleep, but tonight he wanted to see me. He asks me if I love him, "Of course" I respond immediately wondering if something is wrong. He sighs and sends me to get dressed and to sleep. Morning always the same, seeing myself in the mirror, listening to the water in the pool. Sometimes I wonder if I should leave, Leave this palace of mirrored walls and water. But then I am forced to think of life without him, and that isn't something I can bare.