He lay in bed for a minute or two, letting his blood flow and wiping away the remnants of nightmares. Then, like he had for more years than he could remember, he said good morning to the spot on the ceiling. Sunlight squeezed in between the spaces on the blinds as the darkness faded and daylight took center stage. He doesn't smell coffee brewing or bacon sizzling until he gets up and goes through the motions like he has since she passed some thirteen years ago. His is a quiet life now with only memories to talk to and visions almost completely faded. His family and friends wait for him leaving him to question if this is a cruel joke to see who lasted the longest. It's a game he doesn't want to play.
Mike 2024
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