It Must Be Love

I woke up in the wee hours of Sunday morning and coulnd’t get back to sleep, so I whispered to Jonathan that I was going into the other room to watch the TV for a short while until I felt tired, again. I began to relax and decided to pour myself a glass of water in the spriit of keeping myself hydrated after dehydrating myself with too much exercise and not enough liquid these past few weeks.

Standing at the sink in the dark, I began to feel signs of impending weariness. I closed my eyes for a second and in that second I was overcome with terror. I gasped to catch my breath as the thought invaded my mind, “He’s going to get cancer and die.”