Exhausted

It is 3 o’clock in the afternoon. I sit in the middle of the bed not on my side, not on her side, just in the middle of the bed. I can’t be on her side, but I always inch closer to it so that I can maybe find her.

I sit in the middle of the bed eating a bowl of cereal. I am tired. I am exhausted. After eating the cereal, I will take nap. I can pull up the covers and pretend everything is normal.

For now though, I think about the Life cereal instead the weight of my grief, my sorrow in missing her. So Life cereal is all my brain can handle.

“What the difference between Cinnamon Life and Original Life?”