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