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Facing the darkness, together. Daily story · 21 February, 2013
  • “I want to live.”

    He whispered quietly, his anxious words pierced the darkness of our bedroom, as we lay snug underneath a heavy fleece sheet.

    In my half drunken state of lethargy, between the now and the tomorrow, the twilight and unforgiving sunrise, I paused and struggled to grasp the meaning of his words.

    “I want to sleep, but I want to live.” He murmured again.

    Despite my struggle to form coherent and comforting words, I pushed forward with a half formed thought, because “...anything you can muster to ease his troubled and anxious mind would be better than silence” I thought to myself.

    “...maybe we need to buy a device. You know, a monitor that will sound an alarm when your heart rate reaches an abnormal level, that way it can instantly wake you up...” I managed to stammer out.

    Silence.

    Seconds passed, and I groggily continued...”...that way you won’t have to be afraid.”

    More silence. He must have realized I was losing my struggle against sleep, or perhaps he regretted having shared that intimate thought with me. Either way, he allowed the silence to grow.

    With each passing second, I felt more betrayed by this silence and the bubbling darkness. A feeling of helplessness took over and I remember cursing the long and heavy workweek, lack of sleep, and my selfish desire to slip into slumber, to rest.

    I can’t remember if I whispered out loud, or silently to myself, before succumbing to the slumber...

    “I want you to live too...”
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