March 28 — Sleeping beauty

I paused over the couch to see if she was awake. In the dim light from the pantry I could see her lying still, breathing lightly. I wanted to lean down, brush her hair, hug her, kiss her. But she was too still. Not tonight, I decided. There would be plenty more nights to come.

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