Barely Alive

For the first time in quite a while, Mrs. Merlyn Marble wakes up with a smile on her face. What a beautiful morning, she thinks, quiet and peaceful and fresh. A breeze of morning air is coming through her open window and she half sits up, regarding the curtains in their slow morning dance against it. Getting up, she crosses the room to catch a glimpse of the view from her bedroom, for the day outside was truly something to behold. Her garden blooming with spring flowers, her grass greener than green, and the slow-paced stream of the River Eye right beneath her window alight with a silver sparkle of the grey skies.

She puts on a morning robe and ties her gray curls into a low bun before heading downstairs. She stops in the living room for a second, determined to tidy it up a bit, just to make it as pleasant as she feels. She rearranges the pillows on the sofa, places the remote control by the television, pushes the big vase on the cupboard just a little to the left to have it right in the center. To top it all off, she even turns on the old gramophone, switching her husband's favorite record for her own, and she hums along to the evergreen songs of Ella Fitzgerald as she is finally satisfied with the way her living room looks. Her husband isn't going to like it one bit, especially not the new pillow arrangement and the fact that he will have to get up to get the remote, but today Merlyn hardly cares about his possible complaints.

Speaking of her husband, she finds him in the dining room, still sat at the same spot as last night.

"Good Heavens, Joseph," she playfully berates him. "Did you even move since last night? You look like you haven't slept a wink."

Joseph Marble very pointedly doesn't answer her. Alright, so maybe he is still a bit sour about their fight at dinner. Nonetheless, Merlyn isn't going to let him spoil her pleasant mood with his stubborn antics.

Putting on the kettle, she hums along to the sweet music coming from the living room, as she rearranges the boxes of tea before picking a bag from her favorite brand, then a bag of her husband's favorite for him. Maybe they have had some disagreements last night, but she isn't going to be too petty to make him a cuppa because of it.

Glancing out of the window, she notices the postman approaching their house. Oh, Charles! He is always so delightful when it comes to exchanging pleasantries. She rushes to the door to greet him, smiling brightly.

"Oh, Mrs. Marble, good morning!" he calls to her when he sees her stepping outside and carries the mail straight to her instead of placing it into the mailbox.

"Merlyn, Charles, please. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Yes, yes, of course, apologies. How are you doing today?"

"Oh, quite well, thank you! It's such a beautiful day today, isn't it?" Merlyn exclaims. "Joseph and I were just fixing to start breakfast. Care to join us? For a cup of tea at least."

"No, no, I wouldn't want to intrude," Charles chuckles and starts rummaging around his satchel. "Besides, the new issue of Lower Slaughter Gazette came today. Joseph was telling me just last week how you keep your nose buried inside their crossword puzzle section whenever you get your hands on it."

"And the day gets better!" Merlyn cries gleefully as she accepts the local newspaper. "Thank you, Charles. Have a nice day."

He leaves just as she hears the kettle whistling. Of course, Joseph doesn't care to take it off the stove, she has to do everything herself.

"One or two sugars, darling?" she calls out to him. No answer. Very well. One sugar, then. He has to watch his blood pressure, anyway. She sets his cup of tea in front of him and hers by the newspaper. She cuts up a few loaves of bread and sets it on the table along with some butter and her cousin's homemade strawberry jam, which she usually saves for truly outstanding days.