Tuesday, May. 31, 2005 - 11:38 a.m.
Holding your hand, I watch you sleep. Your snoring is comforting, like when I was small and I could hear you sleeping on the other side of the house; the knowing that you were there despite the quiet and the dark around me. Your deep sleep unwinds me after all these days of listening to the sounds of your intractable pain. You introduce me as my little girl and tell me over and over I love you and that I think god wants me this time.
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