These words hovered in front of me, just a meter above the ground.
Below them were two more words. Yes. No.
I looked around, bewildered, but there was nothing else there. The only thing surrounding me was an endless, blazing white.
What was this? Where was I?
I read the question once more. Then out sheer instinct, not knowing why myself, I reached out and touched the word Yes.
An almost physical sensation made me jerk up in my bed.
Julie stirred next to me and opened her eyes.
“What is it?” she asked sleepily.
“Just some weird dream,” I mumbled.
My eyes wandered to the bedside clock. It was five in the morning and almost time to get up anyway.
I threw the covers off me, prompting another groan from Julie and headed to the bathroom.
I was already down in the kitchen, making breakfast when she entered. She still looked sleepy, eyes half-open, her hair a wild mess.
“Morning, babe,” I greeted her, put my arms around her and kissed her passionately.
“Ugh, I need coffee,” she mumbled, freeing herself from my embrace.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Julie wasn’t a morning person, never had been.
We’d been married for two years by now, but we’d been together forever. We’re one of those couples who grew up together. We started off as friends, then became best friends, and eventually lovers.
I guess we were always destined to be together. Star-crossed lovers, if you forgive me the kitschy expression.
Now I’d like to tell you that we were the perfect couple. One that never fights, and who’s every day is a dream come true. We weren’t. To be frank, I don’t think those couples actually exist. No, we were like every other couple out there. We had good days as well as bad days.
Today should be one of the latter.
As fights so often do, it started with the smallest of things.