The Last Morning

Tim must have fallen asleep at some point because he woke up. A lightening around the window shades seemed to indicate the sun would be on its way up soon.

Tim groaned and threw the covers off his sweat soaked body. Time to get this over with.

Rachel was not in her bad. Tim had a moment of panic, a sudden stab, when he realized he had no idea if she was in the bathroom or outside or just gone. That thought cleared his head a little, prompting him to swing to his feet and pad over to the bathroom. The door was closed but the light was off, she was not inside. Tim went over and parted the shades. There was a faint light that made it possible to see to the edges of the nearby parking lot. He saw the car in its spot, Rachel no-where in sight. Either on a long walk or gone.

Fuck. Tim looked around the room for a note of some sort and came up empty. Hmm. Nothing to do but get started he supposed.