I wake before the alarm. Well not really wake up because I didn't.
The room is still dar and for a moment I lie still, staring at the ceiling.
Then I turn my head eElaine is asleep on the other side of the bed, curled slightly toward my side like she drifted there sometime during the night without realizing it. Her hair is spread across the pillow in a messy halo. One arm is tucked under the pillow, the other resting loosely near her chest. The oversized shirt she stole from my closet hangs off one shoulder, exposing the curve of her collarbone.
Her breathing is slow and even and Peaceful.... Which is ironic because nothing about the last twenty-four hours has been peaceful.
I prop myself up on one elbow and watch her….. just for a minute mayb two.
