Emily Part 1

Emily woke from her slumber, her room was pitch black, odd she thought, normally there's some light as she reached for her lamp, it wasn't there, odd.  It must be late so she tried to relax in bed where she felt the safest.  As minutes passed she began to drift into a slumber.

When she finally woke the room was light and the lamp was still not where she thought she touched last night. She could of swore there was a lamp, it was morning and she wandered downstairs into the kitchen to find mark there cooking breakfast and singing along to some of the cheesiest music of the decade,  swinging his hips to the disco beat.  God he sounded like a drowned cat when he sang.  Xfactor winner is something he will never be.  She watched him for a while but something didn't seem right, maybe he was too chipper, maybe he seemed taller, whatever it was she couldn't put her finger on it.

Morning love, he called over to her, Eggs?

His question made her a bit startled; she hasn't eaten eggs for 9 years.  Not for me she called back, feeling puzzled. Mark just shrugged and carried on cooking. 

How odd they have been together for 11 years so he knows she don't eat eggs, but not willing to seem odd or puzzled about this feeling, she walked into the kitchen to grab some toast.

Not like you to be cooking, she said dancing next to him, he smiled and replied, what you talking about I always cook.

This she knew was off, mark has not cooked in the 11 years they have been together, not after the time he nearly burnt the house down.

I going to the shower, that's what I, need she thought to herself.  Be down soon. And she ran upstairs.

Something really wasn't right, something was majorly off.

Mark wasn't acting normal.