The Half-bed

There’s that other half of the bed.

For a period of time, more often than not, someone slept in it.  Now it serves as storage.  It’s a place to stack the extra pillows.  There is mail from two weeks ago hiding under a pile of clothes on top of linens that are perfectly in place.  And beneath it all the sheets are cold and sterile, devoid of his frame.

Maybe that’s what’s troubling me – the other half of the bed.  It mocks me and the half  I sleep on.  It’s relentless, that half-bed.

I thought I’d mention that Jayme and I canceled our cable.  NatGeo, you will be sorely missed.  Also, my exit interview at work has been scheduled for 10 a.m. on Friday, August 21st.

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