It has been two hours and 42 minutes, 162 minutes in total, that I was able to sleep, 9.720 seconds to be exact, that I was able to forget the pain of being without you, of sleeping in our bed alone for the first time since I had left for New York in May to bring you home.
“I can not sleep, I’m feeling horrible, are you okay?”
“No” – the last thing you ever said to me.