Afraid
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My eyes began to open as I stared into the darkness. My fingers brushed across your side of the bed, but you weren’t there. It was possible you had just gone to the bathroom or the living room, unable to sleep, but I knew that wasn’t true. I counted sheep and made small outlines on your side of the bed, anxiously awaiting your return.
You always came back eventually, but I felt tonight would be later than usual. It may be 1am, 3am or 5am, I stopped looking at the time when you disappeared. I didn’t want to know how many hours I’d slept alone. When you creeped in the room, as you always did, sure I hadn’t awaken, I squeezed my eyes tighter. After you got into bed, you kissed me and I asked, “Was she good?””
You always came back eventually, but I felt tonight would be later than usual. It may be 1am, 3am or 5am, I stopped looking at the time when you disappeared. I didn’t want to know how many hours I’d slept alone. When you creeped in the room, as you always did, sure I hadn’t awaken, I squeezed my eyes tighter. After you got into bed, you kissed me and I asked, “Was she good?””
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Written 5/31/14