Jack lay on his back, hands resting on his stomach, breath coming out in slow, lazy breaths. What time was it? Why did he care again? The man felt the early morning rays spread out over his aged, lined face and he grumbled. His grey, pencil thin mustache twitched upon his upper lip and his pointed beard shifted as he ground his teeth together.
Thankfully, in his advancing years, Jack had kept his teeth intact.
But now wasn’t the time to think on things like teeth. It was time to enjoy his morning in bed.
Carrying a tray as best she could, Katelynn walked into the room with his morning breakfast, the usual wrinkles of an aging woman near her eyes and mouth, years of laughing and happiness etched on her face. Katelynn had aged like fine wine, her body still slim though she sagged in a few places. She still looked good for her age, save for the long white hair she wore proudly.
“Good morning love,” she greeted, resting the tray on his lap. “I’ve got your breakfast here so you can take your medicine.”
She leaned in to kiss his brow gently, giving him a loving smile.
Like any bald old man, Jack had his fair share of wrinkles, and old age spots. Those were, unfortunately, fairly purple in color. The remedy? Hats. But thankfully, no bed caps.
“Hn, morning dear.” Jack had mumbled as he finally began to sit up in bed, sighing as he did. Years of being an artist and sitting on wooden bar stools or on the floors had done their number on his back in his old age, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. Finally his eyes open, revealing his bright green eyes had sadly faded in color but hardly brightness.
He smiled down at the tray she set in his lap before looking up at her and reached up, trailing his bony hand through her hair gently. “It looks delicious as always. Are you joining me?” he asks, gently petting the empty space on the bed where she always slept.
Jack Maple 