I wake early. The sun is just beginning to stream through the slats in the blinds. I roll slowly to
my side, place one foot on the cool floor and slide out from underneath our covers. I do not want
I tiptoe to the shower and disguise my tears. I sob quietly so as not to disturb your rest.
We have begun another day. We have begun our dance.
You pretend to sleep a moment longer. You know I am gone and collect the hair from my pillow
before I see it. You protect me from more tears, place it in the trash, and cover it just to be sure.