Between Snores

Mark and I slept curled up together on a single-sized bench bed in my mother’s hospital room last night. We were up and down quite a bit with her in the night and fell into a deep sleep by morning when things finally settled down.

Between snores, he murmured, “You know what this means, right?”


“It means you and I could survive just fine together on a park bench.”


March 2, 2016

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