Bridget woke up to the sound of Horatio snoring in the bed next to her. She looked at her clock reading 3:30am, she sighed (she had been up every hour, on the hour since she went to bed at 10pm). She sat up on the edge of the bed trying to move as carefully as possible to not wake her husband.
Horatio and Bridget's relationship had really bloomed over the past year. After dozens of dates and getting to know each other, Horatio popped the question and she said yes. The wedding was about a month ago and they were as happy as can be.
Bridget got up to go use the bathroom careful not to make their hardwood floor creak.
The bathroom was on Horatio's side of the room. Bridget slept on the right side of the bed while Horatio slept on the left. On both sides of the bed there were side tables, each had a lamp and an alarm clock. There was a large window on Bridget's side in the center of the wall with brown drapes (to match the cream colored walls) and venetian blinds. There is an old dark brown recliner chair kitty-cornered on that same wall. Horatio's side harbored the bathroom and their walk in closet; the bed was directly in front of the door entering the bedroom.
Bridget stood up and began quietly walking to the bathroom. She was wearing a large baggy T-shirt and grey sweat pants; her long black hair was up in a bun. She walked into the bathroom, shut the door and turned on the light. She looked in the mirror and saw how dark the circles under her eyes were; she shrugged and went on to do her business. Bridget washed her hands, turned the lights off and walked back to bed, once she was comfortable again she let out a sigh and closed her eyes.
Horatio's alarm clock started screaming at 6:30am. He was sleeping on his stomach one arm under the pillow and one arm on the top of it. His free arm slapped the alarm clock to make it quiet and he heard a moan from Bridget.
"Make it stop," she muttered into her pillow
"Already did darling." he replied letting out a sigh
Horatio sat up on the side of the bed and walked to the bathroom. While he shut the door Bridget rolled onto her back and looked up at the celling clutching one of their many pillows on the bed. She couldn't help but worry about her lack of sleep and exhaustion.
"Bridget?" Horatio called from the bathroom, the door still shut
Bridget snapped out of her trance, looked towards the bathroom and answered "Yes Horatio?"
"Are you showering this morning?" He asked opening the bathroom door
Bridget rolled onto her right side facing Horatio.
"Oh, I didn't think about it; I probably should." She replied with a tired smile
"Probably" Horatio chuckled and grinned, Bridget threw a pillow at him and laughed.
Bridget grunted and reluctantly rolled out of bed briefly looking at the clock to see it was 6:40am. She walked into the bathroom kissing her new husband on the cheek before running the water for the shower. Horatio went to the kitchen downstairs to make them breakfast leaving his blushing bride to shower. Bridget showered, dried off, got dressed and then sprawled out in the shape of an X in the middle of the bed.
After about 15 minuets Horatio walked upstairs into their bedroom to see what was taking his beautiful wife so long when he stopped in the doorway and smiled. Horatio walked over to the bed and stroked his wife's cheek.
"Bridget honey" Horatio said sweetly
"Mmh" Bridget replied
"What are you doing?" He asked with a giggle
"Sleeping." Bridget muttered and turned onto her side
"I am tired… didn't sleep well." She confessed.
Horatio frowned, he thought there were a few times during the week where he was stirred awake in the middle of the night but he had figured he was dreaming. Horatio left his wife on the bed while he walked to the bathroom and quickly showered. Once he finished getting himself organized for work he started nudging Bridget again to wake her up.
"You really have to get up now, its 7:05 we have to leave in about twenty minuets." Horatio said sternly.
"I'm up, I'm up." Bridget said groggily as she sat up in the center of the bed, her hair was still sopping wet, she looked into her husbands piercing blue eyes and smiled.
"I take it you haven't been sleeping well?" Horatio asked with one eyebrow cocked up
"Not at all." Bridget managed a laugh and made her way to the bathroom to do her hair and makeup
"Can you think of any reason why?" Horatio was now concerned, the last time she was this tired she got gravely ill.
"No, my body is probably just used to waking up every hour." Bridget said as she applied her mascara.
Horatio knew better but he didn't want to argue with her. He smiled and walked downstairs to finish getting ready to go to work. Bridget finished applying her makeup, got dressed and followed him downstairs. The two got into the hummer and were off to the crime lab.
I definitely want to keep this going; I am not entirely sure where I want to take it although I have a few ideas. I am trying to make my writing as clear and full of imagery (my weak point).
