Hold My Hand
And I Will Be There When You Wake.

She comes home late after work. He is already in bed. She slips off her shoes at the door. Steps softly over the kitchen floor and as quietly as possible opens the bedroom door. She sets her glasses on the shelf. Takes off her rings. Her clothes land in a noiseless pile on the floor. She lifts the corner of the covers. Slides between the cool sheets of her side of their bed. As soon as her head touches the pillow he stirs. His 'I love you' is slurred with sleep and his touch is gentle He pulls her to him and cradles her in his arms. Little kisses and sleepy I love yous lull her to sleep. Her last thought is 'I am happy'

The next morning his alarm goes off too early for her. She is half asleep when he comes to say goodbye. Now it's her turn to mutter sleepy I love yous and hug his neck with heavy arms as he leans over the bed. He pulls the covers up a little higher like he does every morning. Making sure she is comfortable. She sleeps uneasliy after he leaves, she always does. After an hour and a half of tossing and looking to the clock every five minutes she gets out of bed. She shuffles into the kitchen to check for notes. He often leaves one or two. She peaks around the corner and there it is a little green post it on the table.She smiles and goes into the bathroom. She comes out and peaks at the note but not quite reading it yet. She does this sometimes. She has beakfast and some tea. Saving the note. When she can not wait anymore she sits at the table. As she reads the familar words 'I love you so much' she smiles and thinks 'I am happy'