Go The Extra Mile

It was almost sun up when Maxen arrived home, and it felt as though his surroundings were a kaleidoscope image spinning endlessly. 

Reaching the second floor of the mansion, Maxen lazily dragged his foot to the master bedroom. 

He opted to forgo bath time, and shimmied off of his clothes, going commando for bedtime. 

With his eyes closed, he peeled the duvet off and slid underneath the covers. To his surprise, the bed was cold as ice, and his wife was nowhere in sight.

"Huh?" he uttered, swiping his hand on the bed one more like an angry windshield wiper on a stormy day. 

To validate Olivia's absence, he forced his eyes to open wide, and true enough, it was only him on the bed.

Scratching the skin above his eyebrows, he tried to remember Olivia's schedule, but his mind was cloudy from his exhaustion so he opted on giving her a call instead.

"Where are you?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

"I'm down by the beach."