Dreams and reality sometimes ravel and blur in the longest hours of the night. That’s when I reach out and touch your arm, your back, your thigh, lightly, ever so lightly, so I don’t wake you. We’ve grown old and frail together, you and I. Now, constantly, we seek reassurance.
Alex lives in a suburb of the Big Apple.
Congrats on Story of the week! Great one!
Thanks, Kenny.
I found this very touching, well done.
I appreciate your kind words.
Alex, that was great! Living in the world where no one, be them young or old, can predict whether everything will be really okay, to seek reassurance is the only thing that may help them to keep living. If someone capable of giving you the reassurance, happens to be nearby, then you’re going to ride your luck towards the end of the game!
Thank you, thank you.