The alarm clock woke Robert Bohm at 5:30 of the morning, and for the hundredth time during the year, he hurried to shut it off. His wife moaned softly, pulling her bed covers closer to her. Robert propped on an elbow to watch her sleep for a few minutes, enjoying her facial features, showing some subtle signs of ageing to his fondness, under the soft moonlight piercing through the curtains. Pushing delicately some of her hair strands aside to reveal her cheek, he leaned over and kissed her softly near her lips. She moaned once more, and groggily lifted a sleepy hand to touch his cheek.
“Have a good day, honey,” she sleepily told him.
“I will, baby, as always,” Bohm replied softly, kissing his wife’s hand, before rising out of bed; his wife was already fast asleep.
While shaving, Bohm clung to the emotion of the moment he just had; for him, these small times with his wife were at times more fulfilling to him than eve