I feel so weak. I’m not a great sicky person. Honestly, to come 2 feet to the computer and sit here and type this is a strain. Maybe I’ll be back more normal tomorrow.
But I was lying here on my left side. Just lying there. Not even interested in reading. And my left arm was bent with my hand up beside my pillow. My hand resting so that my palm and fingers are up. And I was looking at my hand and had not a conscious thought of words, but a visual of his hand in my hand. And thinking that his hand is supposed to be in my hand and how empty my hand feels without his.