Black Stone

(From Demetrius's Perspective) 

When I woke up, it was early in the morning. I did not remember when I fell asleep. Actually, I did not remember many things from last night after we had started. But I remembered when I entered the room and found my wife drinking. 

I moved a bit and my hand touched the shoulder of my sleeping wife. I slowed my movement so she would not wake up and rolled on my side to face her. 

The blanket was up to her chest while her shoulder and most parts of her back were exposed. The exposed parts had red marks on them. 

She looked like she was sleeping very deeply. I would feel like I had done something wrong if I somehow woke her up right now. She could not sleep because of me after all. 

I touched her cheek with my knuckles gently. "Beautiful... Really beautiful..."