The Unmade Bed

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June had made reservations at a rustic inn in a beautiful state park for her husband and herself for their anniversary. They checked into the inn, then went on a hike through the forest. Frank held her hand as they looked up at the towering trees, their branches covered with leaves turning gold and red. They walked to a look out and stood high over the valley, the forest below them stunningly beautiful. June was supremely happy, she was with the man she loved in a beautiful place.

“Any regrets, Mr. Walker?” she asked Frank as they stood like royalty over the forest.
“You mean about coming here?” he asked, “No, definitely no regrets.”
“No, I mean about marrying me, silly.”
Frank looked at her and paused for dramatic effect. “You are the best thing that ever happened to me, and marrying you is the smartest thing I ever did,” He smiled and added, “Mrs. Walker.” They kissed and walked back to the inn, not talking much, just enjoying being together.

Once in their room, June said she would like to get dinner. They showered and changed, then ended up in bed, celebrating their love. Then, dressed once again, they were ready to leave when June looked back at the unmade bed. She still loved him, really loved him, even after forty years together. She thought of all the nights, all the unmade beds, all the love the two of them had shared. She got out her phone and snapped a picture of the bed.

“What did you do that for?” Frank asked.
“I’m really not sure. Maybe I’m feeling sentimental. Maybe I’m crazy. But I wanted to have a picture of that bed, the way it looks right now. You know, after we messed it up.”
“You are crazy,” he said, “but I’m crazy about you, so it doesn’t matter.”
“And I’m crazy about you, Mr. Walker.”
“I’m going to buy us champagne,” he said as they walked out of the room.

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