I had gotten the diagnosis’s five weeks ago. I hadn’t really slept in five weeks. The last night had been the worst; every time I had fallen asleep the demons had come. I was running, but too afraid to turn around. The heat was stifling, I felt as if I had sunburn, but my hands were so numb they felt as if they weren’t even there. The horrible dream images clung to my head, as I watched him make coffee the following morning. He was cute, as slid around the kitchen in his slippers and robe.
I stared absently out the window, watching the sunrise. He came up behind me, slid his arms around me. For an instant it felt as if nothing was wrong. The sunshine and the sent of coffee was more then enough to give me a brief glimpse of peace.
As I turned to face his handsome face the words got caught in my throat.
“Oh, shit” he said suddenly, looking at the clock. “I got to jump in the shower or I will be late for work, we can talk later, love”.
I nodded as the sunshine exploded in the through the window.