Tin Man:003
Sunshine and Bacon
My bed felt soft, beckoning me to keep sleeping, but a throbbing lurked around the back of my head. The sun shot beams of light through the dust in the room. My wife’s voice echoed in my mind, “You need to change the air filters.” Where was my wife?
I sat up, ignoring the headache that clamored for my attention. ”Eden?”
Light crept under the bedroom door from the hall, along with the faint smell of bacon. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes and savoring the aroma. I swung my feet off the bed and onto the carpet. The plush threads comforted my bare feet.
What happened last night?
Fragments of my dream melted away as I concentrated. Shouting? Accident? It was a blur, and the more I tried to remember… the more disappeared.
Did we have a fight?
The scent of frying grease and bacon latched on to my nose. There couldn’t have been a fight if she was cooking me breakfast. I rubbed the back of my head, trying to ease the waning ache. I opened the door and moved toward the delicious smell.
“Eden? You out here?”
She looked back at me over her shoulder. Her green eyes brightened up and her smile turned to a smirk. “Oh, shoot. I wanted to be done before you got up.”
“It’s okay. Same food. Same beautiful wife.” I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. “We got any pain killers? I got a major headache of death.”
