I was sitting on my bed, waiting for the message that would signal what my tasks were for the day. My wife lay behind me, still sleeping. She was snoring softly, something she is embarrassed by, but I find it cute.
The sun had not risen yet, but the morning was already warm and sticky. People think living here is a vacation, but most days it is like you are walking through soup. Hot and wet.
I was still waiting when I heard her stir behind me. I felt arms wrap around my waist, and her cheek pressed against my back.
“Has he told you where you are going today?” She asked in a groggy voice.
“Not yet, I am still waiting.”
“Oh, he is such a dick.” She said, kissing the middle of my back. Such a way with words.
My phone buzzed in my hands. It was him.
“Finally.” She said. “Where are you off to today?”
I read the message.
“Fuck.” I started. “I’m not sure.”
The messages were always so vague.