The whirring fan annoys me
I am a hot nerve today
My hands twist and shake
As the exposed wire crisps
Curtains frame a world washed gray
His heavenly blue eyes bounce
From me to the window
My husband broad-shouldered and kind
Purses his lips
But says nothing
He senses the pain in my creased brow
Smells dampness in my soul
Grins
As if to say
We’ve got this me and you
AbyKittiwake 