Bright streams of morning light caress my face, flickering against my closed lids. I start to wake, my thoughts switching from dreams to reality. I feel soft warm skin beneath my hands, and I grin lazily. My eyes still closed, I breathe deeply, taking in the soft hair splayed across the pillow near my face.
I’m momentarily confused when the scent of a tropical paradise doesn’t register. The scent is familiar, alluring, and amazing…but it isn’t coconut and fruit. In my sleepy haze, it takes me a few seconds to put everything together.
My body stiffens, and I open my eyes to find blonde locks and creamy white skin.
Lily’s bare back rises and falls in sleep.
Oh, f**k.
Fuck! f**k!
No! No! No! No!
I buried my wife mere days ago.
I buried my wife! I remind myself of the reality I seem
