David Cummings
๐ค SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
Or would she simply be afraid of the silhouettes in the dark?
The bedroom was perhaps our most luxurious room.
A four-poster bed sat above a rug in the center of the space, and was surrounded on either side by a set of nightstands.
In the dark, I could still make out the shapes of our dressing cabinets lining the wall.
Adjacent to the entrance was the door to a walk-in closet, where I kept my spare clothes, the spot perfect for hiding.
I smiled as I contemplated the idea of taking this room all for myself once the events of the night were over.
Howard could survive on the couch.
However, before I took my hiding place, I made sure to make a few preparations.
Carefully, I lifted the bed up just enough so that I could remove the rug from under it.
Once I had freed it, I simply slid the tastefully plain thing near the entryway.
I did not want whatever guest who would be visiting our bedroom to leave a mess, and this seemed the easiest way to achieve that.
Behind me, I heard the click of the front door opening.
Howard had returned sooner than I anticipated.
Moving quickly, I slipped into the closet.
I heard Howard's voice chuckling from down the hall.
I promise, not a soul will know.
Even with a wall between us, I could tell my husband had that flicker in his eye again.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself not to come out early.
I needed that moment to be perfect.
Soon, another voice rang through the silence.