Melanie woke abruptly in the dark. Alone. She knew it without having to roll over and look. An empty bed felt different. A shiver rolled up her spine; some dream, barely forgotten, but one that had racked up her heart rate and breathing.
An odd noise came from the living room. A soft sound she couldn’t identify.
She donned a t-shirt and sweatpants and crept to the door. A single light lit the kitchen table.
Joshua. The dream retreated a little further.
He sat with an untouched glass of milk rested beside the small laptop. His bare back so beautiful in the softness of the indirect light. Once again he wore jeans that rode low enough to show he wore nothing else. His focus was absolute.
Melanie watched him type for a long time. He’d pause, stare off into the darkness, seeing something,
