The Pale Blue Robe

She wore a faded blue robe. She stroked his hair as she walked past him.

"I'm going to take a shower, love"

"OK"

He read the newspaper intently.

To tease him she opened her robe and pressed her naked torso against his back.

He smirked and said "I know what you're doing".

She laughed and said "Is that so?"

"Save it for later, peach. I want to finish reading this. Take your shower"

She laughed at this.

"Ouch. I can take a hint"

She went on with her shower. She thought about him and how he had changed. She asked herself if she still really loved him.

In the kitchen he finished reading an article on a paralyzed man who was still a mathematical genius and could solve difficult equations mentally but couldn't physically express it. The only way the doctors knew he could do it was by monitoring his brain activity while they showed him math problems.

He wished he could read her brain waves like that, without having to talk. He had grown tired of listening to his own voice. She mistook this for him being tired of her but it wasn't the case. He still loved her just not himself. He took a deep breath when he heard the shower stop.