This Is What Kept Me Up At Night

The story is supposed to be packed with emotion and be interesting…

I made special note this week of the stuff that was keeping me awake at night. I read that yesterday as a suggestion in someone else’s work.

Last Sunday as I was driving away from our lake house, I drove past the garage very slowly in order to look in the windows in case I missed anything by not walking in there over the icy ground.

My boyfriend and I looked through the windows and saw the Triumph motorcycle my husband has been keeping there since the garage construction was completed last year. There was also what looked like a much larger bike parked next to it.

“Wow, that doesn’t look like the Triumph.” I said.

“No, it isn’t.” he said.

He asked me to stop the car so he could hop out and go in the garage to check it out for me. He took the key out of my glove compartment.

“Wait a minute, I’m going in.”

I drove around the garage and pulled my car into the bay next to where the bikes were parked.

Sitting next to the Triumph was a sparkling new, Indian mortorcycle. It was beautiful. I knew nothing about it. I took a second to think of the possibilities other than the obvious…