FIFTEEN

Alisha

I wasn’t in the mood to style my hair today so I put it up into a ponytail, sighing tiredly. My throat was raw from all the retching up spot in the morning and by the time I came down to eat breakfast, I felt the inside of it itch. The first thing that I did once ingot to the table was to drink the enticing glass of water that was at the table.

“Good morning,” I heard Simon greet me with amusement. “You must be thirsty.”

I nodded, clearing my throat before bashfully replying with, “Good morning Simon.”

“How are you feeling?” There was concern as he gestured to the chair and had me sit down, before he sat across me. He looked more ready to work than I did, dressed as usual in his button down dress shirt and black slacks.

“I’m okay, Simon… thank you.”

We started to eat and I picked slowly at the food in front of me. There was a gorgeous spread of porridge oats, fruits and sausage and eggs. I ate my fill and enjoyed every bite.

As the breakfast winded down I heard him say to me, “