You Look Pretty
I opened my eyes and realized that it was 6 am. I had allowed myself a few hours of sleep between 3 am and 6 am and yes, I felt guilty for closing my eyes even briefly. My role as wife to the man I married and loved for years now needed me to be his caregiver. I looked outside and saw what appeared to be normalcy for everyone else, but in my house, although there were children present, it was complete silence. It was like an evil daily vigil...I don’t wake them, instead, I walked to the doorway of the room where my husband slept. I would wait at the door and watch for the rise and fall of his chest.