Bedroom Talk

Stella, in the dead of the night, wakes up and looks to her side.

She absentmindedly noted that Reese is not in bed. She doesn't bother to put on her slippers and heads down the stairs, past the living room, into the kitchen.

It's her kitchen anyway so she doesn't need any light to know where things are. She walks over to the knife cabinet and pulls it open. She rifles around, her head up, her eyes staring blankly into the cabinet.

She lays her hand on the largest knife and pauses, then she pulls it out of the cabinet.

There, in the deep dark, she stares at the tiny glint of the knife...

The minutes pass by and she just stares at the knife, seeing it and not seeing it at the same time.

Suddenly, blinding white light floods the kitchen and the knife drops from her hands with a jerk.

Reese peers into the kitchen and sees her bending to pick the knife, return it and close the drawer.

"You startled me." Stella remarks as she walks over to meet him by the kitchen entrance.

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