I wake up with a start. Not again…
“Honey? What it is it?” I turn my head to see the beautiful outline of my wife. Although we are surrounded by the darkness of night, I can still tell she’s covered up to her neck in blankets and her head is upon an abundance of pillows. She’s fighting the sleep because she thinks she can help me. |
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