Light in the Day

Friday 28th January

Day 281

I calculate another eight minutes before I have to leave the circle of my husband’s arms and step into the fridge of our bedroom.

He says, ‘Your hair is tickling my nose.’

I say, ‘Your chin is scratching my cheek.’

So it’s time to leave last night in the bed and wonder what this day will bring.I’m so grateful there is another day. Which could be full of light even though I see that the sky is grey as pigeon wings when I pull back the curtains.