Valthera

He opened his eyes and allowed them to slowly take in his darkened surroundings.  He slowly unfolded his legs with his knees giving nearly no sound of protest until he began to stand up, though the groan he gave was more pronounced than the groan of his joints.  He stood up carefully, looking at the sleeping form of his wife, no correct that, the woman who was his wife years ago.  In the predawn twilight that filtered in through the window, she looked every bit the woman he loved and had a family with all those years ago.