Page 111 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

It was time to go, we’d gone through a couple of bottles of wine and a few too many cocktails. I felt like I was on a carousel. The last thing I remember was falling asleep in the taxi on the way home.
I woke with a blinding headache trying to remember getting ready for bed. I looked down to find I was wearing a mismatched set of pajamas.
‘Darling, you are awake’, a slightly bemused voice boomed.
‘Please don’t shout my head hurts’, I begged pressing my hands over my eyes. ‘Take this cup of hot sweet tea it will make you feel better’, Rex handed me the cup carefully.
‘Why did you order that second bottle of wine’, I accused.
‘Don’t blame me you suggested it’! he went into a fit of giggles.
I wasn’t as amused.
‘You seemed to be preoccupied for most of the night’, he asked changing the subject. ‘Sorry I must have been more tired then I realized. Never mind we can laze around today’, I said much to his delight.
I slipped down under the duvet and asked for another hour kissing me he promised he would prepare dinner. He tried to slip out of the room quietly, but it still sounded like a herd of Elephants to me, in full charge.
After we spent most of the day just chilling out on the sofa together watching rubbish on the television Rex suggested a walk to clear our heads. I was surprised as it was usually me that suggested getting out into the country air.
‘Great idea’, I concurred.