She's asleep by the time I get home. With all the overtime hours I was clocking, work kept me until the witching hours. I quietly took off my shoes and locked the door behind me. Suitcase on the couch, jacket on the chair, and my tie loosened, I was home.
I made my way up the stairs, wincing with every creak of their rotted supports. I made a mental note to fix them.
Slowly, I turned the knob to our bedroom. She was fast asleep, bundled up in the duvet. I leaned over her, and kissed her gently on the forehead. Not a stir. She was always a heavy sleeper. I crawled into bed beside her, exhausted from the day's work.
The phone buzzed in my pocket, letting me know it was time to wake up. I did so, and ever gently crawled out of bed. I kissed her on the forehead again, and then made my way out the bedroom. Suitcase in my hand, jacket on my back, and my tie tightened, I was ready for work.
I love her so much, but I know one day I'm going to have to bury her.
