My Tumultuos..

Every day, I awaken to the thought of him. Spent, exhausted, hair tousled from the night before. In the sanctuary of the bed sheets, I reach over to see if he is still there. I gently reach for him, taking pause to focus on his face, sight blurred from my slumber. I wonder to myself how much longer I have with him, and hope against hope that he will continue to be there for me. In the stillness of the morning, I lay vacillating between my conscience and unconscious mind, drifting from replaying my dreams from the night before, and heart beating ever faster in the knowledge that my time with him is short. He is the part of my life that I wish I didn’t need, yet I do.

And then it happens- Mr. Alarm clock goes off.