Quietus
Chapter 2
I roll over in bed, the sheets tangle around my legs and in my half awake, half asleep state I try to untangle myself without opening my eyes. My head is pounding as I try to remember what I did last night, my side is hurting like a bitch too for some unknown reason. I decide to reach over to feel for Samantha. I want to snuggle with her, whenever I feel under the weather; she can always make it better if I have her in my arms.
I'm not connecting with her body, surely she isn't already up. Most days I'm the one wide awake awaiting for her to open up her eyes. She tells me it is creepy for me to watch her sleep, but I can't help it. She's the most beautiful woman in the world to me.
She sees her imperfections where I see natural beauty. I can't believe how incredibly lucky I am to have her in my life. She is my everything. I know now my life truly didn't begin until the moment I met her because from that moment on my life was completely changed.
Reluctantly I open my eyes and she isn't there. Maybe she is in the bathroom getting ready for the day while I've been sleeping away what appears to be most of the morning. When I reach for my watch I see the time is getting close to noon.
How did I oversleep this long? Why didn't Samantha wake me up? I'm usually the morning person out of the two of us, not her, so for me to still be in bed without her is quite puzzling.
There have been days when she would flounce herself on the bed, trying her best to tickle me, but she's no match for me because I usually have her pinned down within seconds, squealing with peals of laughter.
I love laughing with her, maybe it was because we weren't able to laugh for so long and then when we could while it is such a simple gift for some people the laughter was a precious commodity for us. Her laughter is infectious, how could anyone not be affected by her joy when she decides to unleash it?
I decide it is way past time for me to get up from this bed. I push myself up, but for some odd reason the room spins a bit and I have to close my eyes for a few more seconds to get my bearings.
I finally can sit at the edge of the bed after a few more minutes of giving myself a rather small but encouraging pep talk. Am I coming down with the flu or something? I just feel weird, something is off, and it has to be for me to be feeling this way.
My feet finally touch the floor, but as soon as I stand I feel so nauseous that I barely make it to the bathroom in time before I throw up. Each time I think there isn't anything left I feel another wave of nausea hit me and I'm retching again.
This goes on for a while; I'm not sure for how long, but long enough. When I can stand on my own without doubling over I look around the bathroom, noticing how clean and spotless it is which is really out of the norm because most days Samantha either leaves a lipstick or some other kind of makeup lying around on the counter.
Today there is no evidence of my wife leaving something of hers behind in her haste to go onto something else. She gets distracted, mainly by me or one of our children. Guess today it was one of them instead of me.
I splash some water on my face and look up in the mirror wondering why I haven't shaved in a few days. Usually Samantha will let me go a day or possibly two before she asks me to shave, but try as I might I can't remember exactly when I did shave last.
My hair is longer too, something else she usually reminds me to do is cut my hair when it is growing out too long for her liking. Samantha prefers my hair shorter if she has her way about my appearance.
I go to my closet and grab some sweats and a t-shirt, not my normal garb most days, but I'm learning to be more casual with my attire. Maybe if I go outside to get some fresh air whatever this strange feeling is that I have will dissipate.
I amble down the stairs, I don't see anyone, but I can hear voices, apparently a lot of them from the sound of it as I near the bottom of the staircase. I head toward the noise and it eventually leads me to the living room.
I open the door and all conversation ceases when I peer into the room.
There are a lot of people here and when I say a lot I mean for there to be a crowd at the DiMera mansion something big must be happening or has happened. The mixture of people is another thing that is baffling me. Most of the occupants in the room do not socialize together at all ig they can possibly avoid doing so.
I can feel a frown forming because it isn't making much sense to me at all. I finally find my voice to pose the questions, "Did I miss something? What are you all doing here?"
The looks that are immediately exchanged by everyone in the room range from sadness to god forbid it looks like pity.
What in the hell is going on?