“You know I love you, right?”

I find myself staring at the ceiling as the silence that filled the air of the darkened bedroom breaks.

Typically, I never sleep lying on my back. It feels too much like being dead.

Yet here I am.

“And I’ll always be here. I’m not going anywhere.”

I let the silence slowly return to the room. A long minute, or several, passes.

A distant car alarm sounds and holds half my attention for a time, but it passes, as all things do.

“I know.”

I roll over, shut my eyes, and wait for sleep to take me.

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