"Aeroplanes..." Book

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

         *BEEP*...*BEEP*...*BEEP*...
         "Hmm...  Honey, get the alarm for me please," I yawn.  "Honey?" I hear myself repeat in a troubled tone.  I roll over on the bed and tentatively plop a drowsy hand down on his pillow.  Good Lord, he isn't there!  Where would he go this early in the morning...?
         Oh, now it clicks.  He's away.  A tear slides down my cheek as I pound the alarm clock off with a disappointed fist.  I wipe the single tear away with the satiny sleeve of my pajamas in frustration.  How could I forget? 
         I stand up and stretch.  He may be gone (yeah, you, Robert!) but the day didn't leave with him.  I still have to get up.