Almost Perfect

GWEN IS AWAKE FIRST

Gwen lay in bed, killing time before the alarm by staring at the back of Rhys’s head.

‘I know what you’re doing, you know,’ mumbled Rhys without moving. ‘Stop it.’

‘Stop what?’ Gwen was all innocence.

‘You are staring at the back of my head. I can tell.’

‘How?’

‘Burning sensation. Will you be happy if I get a bald spot? I don’t think so.’

‘Oh, no worries about that. Fine head of hair. Few bits of grey, though. Quite a few.’

‘No way. We Williamses don’t go grey.’

‘Awwww, Rhys. It’s fine – get used to going grey. There’s no harm in a bit of grey. It’s… distinguished.’

‘I. Am. Not. Grey.’

‘Of course you’re not, love. Now, hurry up and storm off and make us some tea.’

‘Not until you admit that I’ve not got grey hair.’

There was a click, and then Gwen leaned over him holding up her camera phone jubilantly.

‘Yes. I think it’s called salt-and-pepper. See?’

‘That’s just bad light.’

Rhys pulled the covers over his head.

‘Just go and make the tea.’