At the top of the stairs I put my arms around her. She’s fresh from bed and warm. I’m not. Her little head on my chest I worry about falling over backwards. Nothing I could do to save us. And maybe it’d be better if we did and I didn’t. No more worries for the future. I tighten my hold.
Head on a pillow and clothes on the floor I sweat and shiver, something is wrong. I want someone to call, to come save me, but the woman who used to won’t and the one that will is too far away. This is my future, drool going cold on the sheets, muscles stiffening. I pass out hoping I wake up. I need to make things right.
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