On Another Morning

On another morning, the sight of her sleeping might have stirred feelings of tenderness or affection. You probably would have  smiled at the way one of her legs always manages to sneak away from the blankets, and likely would have let her keep sleeping. But this morning, she was supposed to be out of bed … Continue reading On Another Morning

Curfew

The clock on the dash says 1:23. You’ve been sitting in the driveway for fifteen minutes, inexplicably white-knuckling the steering wheel and trying to work up the courage to go inside. You hoped on the drive home that they might be asleep, that some miracle might have occurred to knock them both unconscious moments before … Continue reading Curfew