The Good-Bye Kiss

I lay, half asleep in the dark morning, listening to her get ready for work. She opens the door to the dressing room, turns out the light, and cautiously moves in the darkness to the side of our bed where she feels her way with her hands up my body, accidently caressing my ********, to find my face and give me a good-bye kiss. “Have a nice day”, she whispers; I groan in a sleepy reply. I hear her go down the stairs and into the kitchen. I semi-consciously listen to the sounds of a quick morning breakfast being prepared. I hear her gather her work-day stuff; open and close the front door; and open and close the door to her car that I imagine is frost covered in the still dark driveway, illuminated by a lone, fog incased street light. I hear the sound of the car choking to a start and drift away down our lonely street. I relapse into a deep, morning slumber. Awakened by the sound of the front door opening again; I wonder what it is she forgot this time. I follow the sounds of steps coming up our stairs and feel the slight smile being painted on my face anticipating another good-bye kiss and, perhaps, another accidental brush against my still erect member. With eyes still shut by left-over sleep, I mumble, “Forget something?” The quick, bright flash of light accompanying the loud bang from the loaded weapon are the last sensations I experience in this life here on earth. Whether it was her; a paid assassin; or, a random crime - I will never know.