I woke up feeling well rested – as if I had gotten 8 hours of sleep. I looked at the clock. It brightly displayed 3:55 am. Through the floor, and in the through the heater vent, I could each breath that he took. With each moan, I felt it in my heart.
Down the stairs I went. More Morphine, Atropine, and Ativan. It just doesn’t seem to be enough. I pulled down the sidereal and lay with him a while. Then, when the pounding in my head was too overwhelming, I got up for a cup of coffee and some emails.
Thank you for your heart-felt comments. It will be soon, but soon is just not soon enough.