Laura Heartstone.
Thursday, three days later…
I sit in the room, watching my husband as he snores lightly. He's being out of danger since yesterday and we're only waiting for him to wake, as the doctors predicted.
It's 11am in the morning and he hasn't still woken up. But I'm hopeful. It's still early, right? I stare out the window, absently. My family is falling apart and it's hard to watch. But I can't do anything, except fold my arms. I hate folding my arms like this watching helplessly.
Outside is beautiful. The sunny skies, pushing inside through the undraped windows. It's beautiful outside. A seductive, sunny day. I only wish Paul is awake to enjoy this with me.
I've loved Paul for most of my life. I can't even describe the immense love I've had for him. But I know it exists. It has existed for years. It still exists even after all our rocky years. Our moments of weakness. I reach for him and clean his face with a wet wipe.
