[ CW ] Construct a story where every fifth sentence is either a lie , or something that LOOKS like a lie but is actually the truth .

I shadow her to the kitchen, padding barefoot on the cold tile. She ’ s scrubbing a pan, brush bristles turning gray, then black. Her fingers are so close to the surface that her nails almost scrape against it. “ Is everything alright? ” 
 
 She turns to me quizzically, “ Everything ’ s fine, babe. Why ’ s that? ” 
 
 The steam rising off the hot water clings to the kitchen window, blurring the moonlight. “ No reason. I guess something just seems off. ” 
 
 “ There ’ s nothing to worry about, ” she smiles and starts rinsing the pan. 
 
 “ Ok, ” I mutter, settling our water glasses in the dishwasher. I start to leave the kitchen, then see her working to open a bottle of wine. I linger in the doorway until she notices me. “ You ’ re not coming to bed? ” 
 
 “ Just going to read for a bit, I ’ ll be up soon. ” 
 
 “ Sure. ” 
 
 She tilts her head at me, raises her eyebrows. “ Anything else? ” she asks. 
 
 “ No, nothing. ” 
 
 “ I love you. ” 
 
 “ I love you too, ” I tell her, searching her face for something. I do n't know what. I walk over, kiss her on the cheek. 
 
 She turns to kiss me on the lips. “ I ’ ll see you in the morning. ”
