9.15 AM. Blue sky, bright sun light, wind.
Swooshing noise's entering our bedroom as usual from the commuters returning to the daily grind by car, van and all manner of heavy lorries.
My dearest Edward is reading aloud to me from the only book to hand one of his favourites the adventures of Charles Darwin. He has always read out aloud to me in bed since before we were married in 1999.
I have woken this morning with a slight headache due to an upsetting dream where my late mother Joan was demanding money. I gave her a twenty pound note on which she turned her back on me and walked away. I was unable to follow her on discovering the suit case I was carrying had a damaged clasp.I called out to her but no sound would come out of my mouth.
Edward seems loving and well this morning it must be because Christmas is safely over at long last and the brightness of the sunlight. It is streaming into our bedroom glimmering on the surfaces of furnishings and adding a sheen to items displayed about the room.
The lingering odour of breakfast in bed still pervades the atmosphere, buttered toast, steaming hot coffee and a streaky bacon toasted sandwich.
I feel full and warm inside as well as comfortable with Edwards arms wrapped round me. Having completed his first mourning job that of feeding me, He insists he is my personal butler and refers to himself with that title.
9.45 AM. The sunlight is amazing the bedroom feels alive with light, it is lifting me. I can actually feel my heart beating within my chest where as everything else is so still in the room. Edward having fallen instantly asleep after returning to bed on the completion of his kitchen duty's.
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| EDWARD MY DARLING HUSBAND. |
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