I roll over as the
morning sun shines in my eyes. Hearing a
muted snore, I’m suddenly wide awake. Seeing
his head buried beneath a pillow, I give thanks to whatever God is on morning
duty.
What I said in the
safe darkness of night comes back to haunt me.
I fear that my confessions will be judged in the cold light of day.
Quickly slipping
out of bed, throwing on clothes haphazardly, my only thought is of escape.
Rushing to the
door with the sound of my breathing loud in my head, I fumble with the
doorknob.
A hand closes over
mine.
“Stop. It’ll be
alright. We’ll be alright.”
I stop but don’t
turn around. Can I face him? In the cold light of day?
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