"Come to bed, dear..."
Her voice was husky, self assured yet gentle. She was a woman who knew what she wanted. Who was I to refuse.
"Alice, I..."
My own voice faltered and stumbled, lost and alone in what I thought. I knew my opinion didn't matter, what I thought had no bearing on what her vision dictated. I tripped over language, unable or too unsure of the path to take to strike out.
