In The Morning

It should have been a glorious morning. There was a man at her side and a light in the room that hinted at warmer seasons, yet all of this was just deception. Every morning when she woke, there was an air of hopelessness. It was never-ending, a feeling so heavy it seemed to pre-empt some kind of storm. Or the end of the world, she thought. Yet, neither came. The feeling just hung there, waiting, never passing. And she, like a warbler in a cage, waited with it, poised for the change, ready to sing.

So yes, it should have been a glorious morning, but this was all just deception. The man beside her was gay, and the room was only light because it was southern facing – there was no real heat behind it. Naomi turned to face the bay windows and, where the chiffon did not meet, one strip of light became dazzling now.