The sound of keyboard typing momentarily ceases as I sigh in frustration. This proposal has been eating up most of my days for weeks on end, with the deadline for submission rapidly approaching. I run my fingers through my hair as I stare at the screen. I barely hear my wife, Josephine, enter the room.
“You’ve been working too hard, shouldn’t you take a break?” she asks.
I always answer the same way.
“You know that I’d give anything for this to be over, but it’s only a few more days.”
I smell the familiar scent of coffee, which has been my fuel for today. I turn to accept with gratitude, only to see that my wife has her robe on, with not much underneath. My brain begins to calculate if this is due to simply comfort or there is another motive in mind.
“Thanks, dear” I say as I try to ignore what I just noticed. However, as I go to reach it I can smell her familiar scent. A mix between divine and lust that is impossible to attribute to ordinary scents. In the split second it takes for me to take my coffee I notice how her hair cascadess down her side — fair and clean. I’d give anything to run my fingers through it, but I need to stay focused. She places her hand on my right shoulder, leaning down to give me a kiss on my cheek.