Lifehouse Walker My alarm rang early in the morning, and even before I opened my eyes I knew the sun wasn’t out yet. Groaning, I stretched my tired achy body; reaching over to shut off the instant beeping noise, I noticed the clothes on the floor. Holy shit, it wasn’t a dream, I thought and bolted upright in bed. I realized I was alone in bed, and couldn’t remember falling asleep last night. Peeling back the covers I wandered naked down the small hallway to Carmen’s room, silently praying she was in there. Turning the knob slowly, I stuck my head into the small bedroom. A huge sigh of relief washed over me; Carmen was buried under the covers on the small bed. It hurt to know that she didn’t want to share my bed last night, but I knew she had her own demons to battle. I couldn’t get angry or that upset knowing she had a mountain of turmoil to climb; we could figure out the sleeping arrangement later. I had to fight the urge to kiss her; I just wanted to taste those lips one more time.
