Sunset to Sunrise

It is just after 6 a.m. and across town a woman sits in the early morning overcast with a worried expression on her face. It was the same frown line she fell asleep with.

Is all well? I hope so as the last post found idle sleep and comfort, a metaphor for the raising of the white flag, the end of a long battle. She dreamed about those words, visualized the folding table that doubled as his source of rest, and knew the expression his face held in sleepy moments. She was glad he found the respite.

A long night was spent before the last one and the hours before sleep held confusion and pain and rest was not found in soft cotton or the warmth of proximity. She needed the rest last night to raise against the mighty titan that was making his way towards her to wage battle eleven stories above the city skyline. But, none was found. The small text never appeared, a voice was not given to ease her into that good night.

So she sits alone in her room and worries about the one she holds closest to her heart. Is he well, did he not see her attempts to reach out in confirmation of his wellness. She will carry that knot into her battle today and fears the weakened state she finds herself in. It is in contradiction to the words he wrote in the folds of many smiles and photographs of mountains. Now she is the one who is upside down, nervous and wanting.......