Broken Days «Glaggie»

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«Maggie's POV»

A soft beam of sunlight sneaked its way through the half open curtains and a ray of light warmed my cheek with its tickling warmth. My eyes remained shut as I curled up under the pile bedsheets of bedsheets and blankets that hugged me in a comforting embrace. Everything inside me wanted to simply stay in bed all day with no worries or work to accomplish, but the pressing duties of farming for Alexandria and helping lead the community deemed my wishes impossible. However, I still buried my head in the soft pillow at the head of the bed and burrowed myself farther under the blankets.

My hand stretched out towards my left, feeling around the bed for my husband's hand. The spot next me that normally would be occupied by Glenn, was rather cold and empty. Finally, I peeked one eye open to find that he was gone. A sigh escaped my lips as I plopped my head back down on my pillow and began to doze off once more.

Only moments later, the creak of the wooden bedroom door echoed through the room as quiet footsteps made their way across the floor. My eyes fluttered open to find my husband standing only feet away from the end of the bed with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He rummaged through the dresser drawers in order to find a clean pair of pants for the day. Glenn finally managed to find a pair of athletic shorts at the bottom of the drawers and quickly pulled them on before running a brush through his wet hair.

I continued to watch him from across the room until he turned around and realized I was awake with my eyes on him. Without a word, Glenn made his way over to his side of the bed and laid down next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling my back against his chest.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, his voice a calm tone.

My cheeks turned a rosy shade of red because of his gentle and kind words. Glenn and I had known each other and been married for years, but I still got a warm tingle in my heart when he said phrases like that to me. It was as if he was saying them for the first time every time those sweet nothings escaped his lips. "Morning," I finally replied with a light smile across my lips.

"You have to get up." Glenn rubbed his fingers along my sides in a comforting way. "It's already nine o'clock."

I rolled over to face my husband and ran my fingers through his soft, wet hair. "You showered without me," I joked with a smirk on my lips.

Glenn returned the smile and moved his face closer to mine. "I wanted to let you get some extra sleep this morning since we were up late last night." He raised his eyebrows at me before connecting his soft lips with mine. I leaned my forehead against his, trying to capture that moment, those feelings, his lips in my head as the perfect picture that it was. My fingers trailed down the back of Glenn's head and to his bare back where I clung onto him while burying my head into his warm chest.

With one swift movement, Glenn placed a kiss on the top of my head before getting back up out of bed. He grabbed a light grey shirt from the chair piled with unfolded clothes across the room and slipped it on. Before leaving, Glenn glanced back at me from where he stood at the door. "I'll start up the coffee maker," he chuckled.

I flashed him a smile before finally tossing the mountain of blankets off of myself and pushing myself to my feet. The night before, I had set out a fresh pair of clothes for the day on the dresser, so I quickly pulled them on before exiting the bedroom.

The house remained quiet as I turned the corner and walked towards the door at the end of the hall. Everyone seemed to either still be asleep or already out and about in the community. My hand curled around the doorknob of the white door, and I slowly pushed it open to reveal a small bedroom.