The Room

I was alone in my library, surrounded by a dark ambiance with light only entering from a small window and, on occasion, a fire in the fireplace. Shelves lined the walls, and the candlelight glow echoed through the room, bringing a sense of warmth to the chill. A sizable, comfortable chair sits in one of the corners, without a bookshelf, next to the fireplace, and another sits across the room, facing the entire space. In the middle of the room, in front of one of the bookshelves, is a small table with a tall leather bistro chair under it. Finally, there I am, asleep on the floor by the now-cold fireplace. It was a late night for me, spent writing in the early evening, which led to reading a book on the floor near the then-warm fireplace.

Without waking me, my lovely wife walks into the room with a glass of water. She sits in a chair near where I am sleeping, placing her water on the floor. She sinks into the chair and slowly drifts off to sleep.

A few hours later, I woke up to the midday glow shining through that westward window. Sitting up on the floor, I see my wife cuddled up on the chair, sound asleep. She was still wearing her scrubs and a white overcoat over the top; she's a surgical dentist, which is why we could afford such a room. Straight after work, she must have come home and fallen asleep on that chair. I grab the water she left on the floor and take a sip, leaving the rest for her to enjoy. Giving her a light kiss on the cheek, she awakens and rubs her eyes.

I grabbed the book I was reading and helped her to her feet. We then walked out of the room and enjoyed a relaxing day off.