FOURTY EIGHT

Night had fallen by the time I woke up. I turned to the side to find Michael resting. I didn’t even notice he had returned from work, and he also didn’t try to wake me up at all; he probably didn’t want to disturb me.

“Michael,” I checked from my end if he was fully asleep, and he answered weakly, “Hmm.”

Michael sat up as he held my hand. “You finally woke up; I thought you were going to sleep through the next day."

"Noooo, I only wanted to rest for a few minutes; I even missed my spa appointment. Are you just returning?” I asked about cleaning my eyes to get rid of my sleepy eyes.

“An hour ago, yes,” Michael answered. “I cleared out my desk today at the office."

“You did what?!” I sat up, drawing closer to him. I felt a sudden surge of rage overcome me as my forehead furrowed. “What do you mean you cleared out you