DAY 95

We're left counting the hours. This again works against us. This too is thrilling. Silently. 51...50...49...48... My heart races. You kiss my shoulder and say, "it only gets better" as I contently drift back into sweat-stained dreams. I remember moments completely unattached. I reassure myself. This is ok. Sweetly we share bread and a moment. Humor merges. Seconds divide.