Chapter 11:

"Weaving a Story," Part VI: "Love and Marriage"

Angel of the Strait


James and his wife share the same queen-sized bed. It’s a nice bed, and it’s the home of the natural James. James unfortunately awoke quite prematurely due to a strange dream. He is greeted by the sight of his sleeping wife as she takes up her share of half of the bed. As he stares into her, she wakes up too.

“What’s wrong?” She asks him.

“Nothing Sarah, just go back to sleep.” James then gets out of bed and puts on a robe that hangs from his closet door.

James makes his way downstairs to the kitchen where he turns on the monotone light and begins to work the coffee machine that he is routine to using by this point in his life. He is caught dazing into the coffee maker as it begins to function properly. James snaps out of it and poors the dark liquid into a coffee mug that he already had available to him. He doesn’t add anything to his coffee and takes a sip of the bitter substance without much hesitation nor disgust.

Sarah soon traverses downstairs and joins him in the kitchen, “James, the morning is still young, you can come back to bed for another hour.” She attempts to reason with him.

“I think I’ll just clock in early.” James says poorly out the coffee that he didn’t drink into the sink and places the cup there as well.

“You never tell me anything.” Sarah claims.

James doesn’t pay much attention to what his wife had said, he heads back upstairs and enters the closet to where he gets ready with his uniform.