Man Sleeping In the Time After
the Death of His Wife
Tonight I can sleep for as
long as I want. Why am I awake at 4 a.m., worried that when I get up, it won’t
matter? I slept for a few hours. That will be enough to get me through the day.
I stare at the ceiling, reliving the joys of my past with Evelyn, bemoaning the
blah of my present, and cursing the destruction of long-held dreams. Reality disappears under the snow that won’t stop falling outside.
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