Each day’s first word, mumbled from habit, meant far more than its sleep-addled reply. Hearing each other’s voice was a welcome-back from our overnight travels, though our bodies had remained just inches apart.
She’s gone now, for eternity, but while making my side of the bed I still ask, “Howdjasleep?”
Stephen Tilden is retired and living in Brooklyn.
This is me every morning
Indeed.
Brought tears in my eyes.
Really beautifully worded.
Sweet
very sadly sweet
Clear, perfect.
Sigh. After 44 years of marriage this 50-word story really hits me where I live.
Our morning routines were simple and loving. And I miss them. Thank you for your touching story.
Thank you to all. Your comments have touched me more than I could ever have imagined!
Very touching, wonderfully done.
Clearly conveys a sentiment. Very nicely written.