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Wednesday, February 18, 2004
As I drift into the line between sleep and life, I can hear the alarm. It starts off low and foggy… And soon becomes clear. It is time to wake up. And I open my eyes. The bedroom has become a cave now that I am alone. I crawl in to sleep. And only sleep. My dreams are stuffed with vivid fears. But, for a moment it seems to wash away. Under the glowing light of morning, Pouring from the shutters of the window… He is still sleeping. I see the tissue and I worry. Another bloody nose? I curl up behind him. Warm. The moving fan pushed strands of my hair into my face. Tickling my cheeks and neck. I’m still not sure how, But we both fell back asleep. A few more hours of rest. Not all seems so lost when I can wake up to a smile. And a refreshing embrace. The mornings grow warmer as though the phoenix of spring stirs from below. He exits the home and makes his way out through the cement walkways lined with juniper. It will be a long time before I can see him again today. But I am looking forward to it. |
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