Every so often Anya would think to herself: "How did I end up here in the first place?"
It wasn't like she didn't love waking up in the morning, opening her curtains and looking out across the great, glimmering lake. It was just that she missed the quick pace and never-ending noise of the city. Here in this remote location there was almost no noise at all. The lack of sound was enough to make her want to scream. And, sometimes she did. But only when she knew Jack was out of hearing range. He would never understand.
On this particular sunny, autumn morning she woke up earlier than she normally did. Waking up early was a thing of the past - a thing she left in the city. There was no need to wake up at all out here. But, for some inexplicable reason she awoke this morning with a start.
She listened for a moment, but, as she suspected, there was no noise coming from anywhere that could have been the culprit behind her sudden jolt from slumber. She looked at her clock to see that it was only 7 a.m. Jack was long gone by that time, though his side of the bed was still a little warm.
Anya got out of bed, walked across the cold tile flooring, and looked out the window. The sun was newly risen and it was making the lake shimmer like she had never seen it before. For a moment she got back that old feeling of wonder and awe at the beauty of this place. The one she had the first time Jack had brough her here to visit. At that time she had never thought she might be living here one day. But, circumstances as they were had made the hasty departure from the city a must.