The morning sunlight slipped through the curtaispreading across the bedroom floor.
Clara opened her eyes and immediately noticed something unusual.
Arthur was still asleep.
She turned toward him, studying his peaceful expression.
It was rare to see him sleeping so deeply. Usually, he woke before her, checked his phone, and began dealing with business matters before breakfast.
Today, however, his phone was nowhere in sight.
Clara smiled.
She leaned closer and whispered, "Good morning, Mr. Blackwood."
Arthur's eyes remained closed.
"Five more minutes."
She raised an eyebrow.
"That's what you said yesterday."
"Yesterday was different."
"How?"
"Yesterday, I was exhausted."
"And today?"
He opened one eye.
"Today, I'm exhausted because my wife kept talking."
Clara gasped.
"Are you blaming me?"
Arthur reached for her waist and pulled her closer.
"Absolutely."
She laughed, pushing lightly against his chest.
"Get up. You promised to make coffee."
"Can we renegotiate?"
