C108 One hundred and eight

Counting doesn’t work. Walking also fails. Sleep has fled from me. I retire to the bed, lying on my side while staring wide-eyed into the darkness with the cover tucked under my chin. We have had our quarrels but I never had to sleep alone when he is around.

Tears silently roll down my cheeks, I stiffen when the cover is lifted and a firm chest presses into my back