Sipping the organic homemade coffee in the cool still dark morning, he realized he had finally figured out the art of the perfect brew. He sat down in the legless chair with a slightly contoured back that he had carved from a huge hunk of wood he found and started his day as he ended his day and came back to several times during the day to find the courage and strength to live the day.
"Good morning, Laura." His deep, gravelly, melodic voice softly sounded out. He clearly imagined her next to him in the same kind of seat, not in the ground with the beautiful round river rocks on top and the two long curved branches coming out the front, looking out at the incredible countryside.
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Bill," he heard the warmth in her heart.
"It's been four months today since we found this place." He took a sip of brew.
"It's a lovely place to rest. Thank you so much, Bill." He imaged her lightly touching his arm.
"You're welcome," he smiled back.
They sat and watched the dark turn into early dawn.
"You know, I'm only going to let you do this for a certain amount of time. Then you will have to move on," Laura said softly.
"I know," he answered in resignation.