Dark Room

I sit in a dark room, waiting for my wife to awaken so I might emerge from the darkness into the day. Until she is up, I must slink around in the darkness of the B&B room, keeping quiet and maintaining the darkness. I arose more than two hours ago, took a shower, read from the inter webs, and considered the distance, in meters, between now and then. Just 15 minutes until I can wake her, according to her instructions last night. Ah, I long for the freedom of morning and coffee and a big, unhealthy breakfast! But for now, the room is dark and I have only my iPad as company. Oh, and the inter webs. I read, half an hour ago, the recollections of a medical student’s experience dissecting the body of a woman who starved to death. If that image doesn’t make one thankful for the little things, I don’t know what will. Such are the thoughts that inhabit my mind in this dark room.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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