Never let Go

Normal Day

October 23th 2016, 6:00am

Elizabeth POV

I sighed deeply, as I rolled over looking at the time. It read 6:00am, I decide to roll back into my husbands arms and have a few more minutes of sleep, it was Saturday. I had the large bed covers covering over my body as I close my eyes. I soon felt movement of Timothy. He sat up and looked down at me smiling. He turned on the lamp and slipped on his glasses. As soon as the bright light shined brightly in the room I groaned at the brightness.

"Tired?" I heard Timothy calm voice, I nodded and shut my eyes to block out the light. "Five more minutes?" I moaned bring the cover over my head. I soon felt Tim's cold hands placed on my body I pushed them away "Your such a dick" I slapped his arm in a playful way, He smirked and replied "Your dick" I moaned and rolled my eyes.

I felt Timothy push the bed covers off and sit up at the edge of the bed. I grabbed his arm as he stood up and I tried to pull him back into bed. He smirked and let go walking towards the door. I sat up from the bed huffing a little as I got out of bed placing my cold toes against the fluffy mat that had been placed on the floor. I walked over and turned on the bedroom light.

I walked towards the cupboard and pulled out a top and a pair of trousers, I sat on the end of Timothy's side of bed. I slipped on my underwear and socks, then pulling up the trousers while after that I finished putting up my top. I turned around to see Timothy smiling at me, standing in his boxers. "God, you are so beautiful" I smiled as he spoke, I looked like a mess but he didn't care at all.

I grabbed my hair brush and make up bag and walked over to him and stole a kiss "and you're so handsome" He smirked. "I know" he replied, I couldn't help but smile again, I was smiling like a right idiot. What was wrong with me this morning? Jesus I am not even a morning person. I walked past Timothy.

I walked into the bathroom, I sighed while looking at myself in the mirror. I grabbed my hair tie and tied my hair back into a ponytail, I washed my face I looked back up the mirror. I noticed a hand mark on the mirror. I ignored it.

Well the day went on, it was around about 11:00am. I flopped on to the sofa and kicked my feet up and sighed deeply.  I decided to turn on the Television and ordered some food. I sat and watched some programme I had been addicted to.

Whilst I watch the TV, I felt like somewhat I wasn't alone but yet I was. Timothy had gone to work, I carried on watching tv and cleaning the house.

But then again, it felt uncomfortable in my own house. Why was I feeling this way?