Friday Fiction-Morning Coffee



She rolled over in the bed and moaned.  It was morning, again, but much too early to crawl out from under the covers.  The clock on her nightstand read 6:07.  That was a.m. and much too early!  A little self-talk might be needed to rouse her today.

“Come on, you can do it,” she whispered to herself, but her tone wasn’t all that assuring.  Could she do it?  Did she want to do it?  Everyone at the office was sick after their trip south.  They coughed. They choked. They sneezed.  They vomited. Some were said to have the flu.  Why go to work when this was what you’d get for it?

She rolled over and brushed against a bare thigh, nearly having forgotten that there was a man lying next to her.  Her man.  That guy who always made everything okay in her world.  Her hero and confidant. It’d been ages since she’d gotten up before him…made him coffee.  “Why not today?” she thought.

She started to leave the bed, but wasn’t out from under the sheets before he grabbed her wrist.

“Where ya goin’, baby?”

“I thought I’d make you coffee.”

What happened next convinced her that coffee was the last thing on his mind.  Yeah, it was going to be a good day!