Wake me up Love

The stillness of the morning air was welcoming. The front porch on the one hundred year old house was where Marge and Edison sat and had their morning dose of coffee. This was their tradition for the last forty years.

“Isn’t that bad today. Maybe you should go into business for yourself.” Edison said as he slowly rocked back and forth on the homemade chair he made for his own kids when they were young.

“Oh, it took you this long to like my coffee, eh?” She replied with dim smile.

Child like friends, and full time lovers, Edison and Marge had been through just about everything: war, children, the changing times, everything. They were simple people, sticking to an old Ford pick-up that Edison had since his working days before the war and staying in the house they got married in. No need for a Hummer, or surround sound high tech gadgets, they lived peacefully. They were happy as is.

They morning dew saw on the grass like the elderly couple sat on the chair. Marge just looked down at her cup of coffee. Edison just looked off, nearly dazing off.

“Edison.”

“Yes, dear?”

“I went to Doc Coopers yesterday.” Marge said.

“Edison suddenly woke up not because of the coffee, but of the comment.

“I’m sick.”

“How sick?”

Marge just held Edison’s hand as tears went down his face.

“Your coffee was good today, Marge. Honest.” Edison just held his wife’s hand and her crappy cup of coffee.