On the table beside her sat an empty glass of wine. She briefly considered pouring herself another one before realising that Sunday was technically a school night. And she had things she needed to achieve in the early hours of the following morning. So she resisted. She needed a clear head for reading groups.
A door opened and she heard the stomping sounds of footsteps coming up the hall. A shadow appeared in the doorway and she looked at the large outline of the man she married. A man dressed in a pair of underpants..... and a polar fleece jumper.
"Come to bed..." he suggested. "Let's shag."
She looked at the TV screen, looked at him, then back to the tv screen before commenting.
"You have got to be kidding me...."
And then just as quickly as he appeared, he left. Leaving her to her stories. In the dark.
