the letter
MARGARET POV
I slowly opened my eyes, groggily waking up from my slumber. I stretched my back, arching it slightly as I sat up in bed.
It was the second time I'd woken up that morning. The first time was when Aaron had gotten out of bed to get ready for work, leaving me to drift in and out of consciousness.
But now, I realized he was already gone, leaving me alone in the bed. The emptiness beside me was a reminder that he had started his day without me.
As I threw off the covers, I felt the softness of the sheets against my skin. I got out of bed, and the covers rolled down, revealing my naked body.
I wasn't surprised, though - I had forgotten to put on my nightgown after...well, after our intimate encounter the night before.
The memory of it still lingered in my mind, maybe I did it with him after feeling pity for him.
I picked up my nightgown from the floor, where it had been discarded in the heat of the moment.