Silence gripped her like a vice,
But for the soft breathing of one greatly beloved and the debate playing out on her disturbed mind.
"Sleep woman" one voice said. "Your man is still your man. "
"No! You surely saw a rather suspicious text. You need to find out what it is, " the devil countered.
She almost said shut up before catching herself.
How crazy she must look, she thought.
A sudden chill brought goosepimples to her skin,
Yet, she was more scared than cold.
Her denial kept her from being bold.
Oh how she wished she were blind,
Wished she had just seen it all wrong.
Time ticked away soothingly beside her bed,
Making her restless.
"This is utter foolishness, " the sensible voice whispered.
She looked at him,
Lying there harmless
as would an infant,
And guilt flooded her bridging the previous distant.
In this dark dreaming night,
It seemed that he could do no wrong.
Still,
The suspicion lingered,
The voices whispered.
What good would it do she wondered,
To go snooping about the phone of her beloved?
What once seemed like a sober mission,
Now looked silly and her years surpassed it,
Certain on the deserving decision,
She closed her eyes letting go of her suspicion.
Memories etched deep
were spinning into dreams,
When a beeping sound startled her awake.
Led by pure guts,
She walked around and grabbed the phone,
Trembling that her heart almost broke at the seams.
In her hands was something distinct,
As curvaceous as it had been suspicious.
"The devil be damned!" She cursed aloud.
The truth could not have been more naked.
