He searched for his phone next to his pillow, while trying to open his eyelids, adjusting to the sunlight from the window.
“Good Moornnning!” she walked in with her morning tea along with her visibly routine excitement, like there’s a good day awaiting.
“I’ve put it on charge”, she said, while putting the morning newspaper on the table next to the window, blocking the sun rays from his face.
“You do know I need to check my mails in the morning.” He rhetorically cried stretching his eyebrows.
She ignored him like the page3 gossip and headed over to the editorials. Folding the paper to read, glancing across to the bed, to see him look irritated. A controlled smile escaped her eyes.
“Why do you do this?”
“So that your phone doesn’t run die while you’re out!”
And before he could add-in a rebuttal. She quickly added, “…. No, you’ll forget your charger too”.
“But I do….”
“Even your power bank isn’t charged!”
Damn! This woman knows too much! , he thoughtfully murmured.
“What did you say?”
The sunlight blurred his eyes, adjusting his eyelids, he got up from the bed to answer only to find no one.
He sat there in silence looking at the old newspaper by the window.
The phone rang from a distance. Near the charging point. She was a good teacher.