Juliette sat at the kitchen table tapping her fingers against the table top as she sipped from her coffee mug. The sun filtered through the window over the sink causing her to squint. She wished her gloomy mood would go away but the truth was she had been depressed long before news of Milo's death reached her.
She was wearing the same skimpy nightgown from the previous Saturday which struck her as ironic when the doorbell rang and she knew Warren had arrived yet again.
She placed the coffee mug on the table and headed for the front door.
"You don't have to keep checking up on me, Warren," Juliette said when she opened the door.
"Yes I do," he replied. "You're not even dressed."
"It's still early."
"It's after ten."
"It is?" She asked with surprise. She had a hard time keeping track of time lately.
Juliette stepped back from the door and let him in. Warren closed the door behind him and he followed her into the kitchen. She poured him a cup of coffee and they both took seats at the table.
"You can't keep going on like this," Warren warned.
"Like what?" She asked dumbly.
"Like a basket case."
"I haven't showered," she explained. "I'm not awake yet."
"You haven't been awake for ten years," Warren said with disapproval.
Juliette was about to protest but what could she possibly say? The guy was right.
"I haven't been sleeping well," she sighed. "Restless nights with horrible dreams."
"What kind of dreams?" Warren asked.
"Plane crashes and zombie funerals," she said. "I wake up anxiousness with a racing heart."
"Try breathing exercises," Warren suggested. "Mental imagery to replace the negative thoughts so you can recapture your lost soul."
"Thank you, Dr. Phil," she said with a frown.
"Did you notice the beautiful sun this morning?" Warren wanted to know. "Did you hear the birds singing?"
"Not really," she admitted.
"What else have you missed?" Warren asked.
"Everything," she answered.
"Have you eaten today?"
"For me," he replied, standing and going to the refrigerator.
Warren pulled out some eggs and quickly fried them up while sticking some wheat bread into the toaster. When the food was ready, he put the eggs and toast on a plate and slid it in front of her.
"Eat," he ordered.
"I need to clear my head," Juliette realized aloud. "I feel like I've been in a coma."
"You need to reclaim your inner self," Warren clarified. "Find purpose and meaning in your life again."
"I don't have to worry about money," she said.
"You have to worry about you," Warren said.
"Do you worry about me?" She wondered.
"Yes," he answered.
"I'm going to go take a shower," Juliette decided.
"Fine," Warren said with resignation.
"Isn't that finding purpose and meaning?" She wanted to know.
"Maybe if I joined you," he said out of frustration.
"Okay," She agreed as she stood from the table and headed for the bathroom.
Warren looked after her disappearing form, not sure if he had heard her correctly or if she was being serious. Could their ten year cat and mouse dance end just like that?
Juliette had left the bathroom door open and he heard the shower water running so he cautiously stepped closer to the bathroom and peeked in.
Juliette was standing naked with her back to him waiting for the shower to warm up. It was a perfect view and Warren stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He removed his clothes and stepped into her from behind. He felt her exhale and he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck.
"We both knew this would happen someday," Juliette reasoned.
"We did," Warren agreed.
She stepped into the shower stall and he went with her and they let the water run over their naked bodies, raining down between them.
She turned and faced him and his lips were on hers and her tongue was inside his mouth.
"Consume me," Juliette pleaded.
Warren pushed her against the tiled shower stall wall and before either of them knew what was happening he was thrusting into her and her legs were wrapped around his waist and Juliette felt her lost soul returning to her without the shattered remains of Milo's airplane.
She smiled with relief and happiness as she arched her back and clung to Warren as they slid down the wall and onto the ceramic shower floor.
When it was over, all was quiet. Warren had turned the water off and they lay meshed together in the corner of the shower stall.
"I'll go to therapy," Juliette announced. "I can afford it now."
"Good," Warren replied, kissing the top of her soaked head.
"I don't need to hide anymore," she realized. "You have my soul."
"I'll be your next of kin," Warren assured her.
She couldn't believe she had waited this long to pursue the obvious.