An author’s thought

I was lying in bed earlier this evening, having plopped down on it to play with my dog (I like to hide a biscuit in my hand and make him search for it), waiting for my wife to get home from work, and I had a most disturbing thought.

What would it be like for someone in that situation (lying in bed waiting for his wife to come home from work) to fall asleep and wake up much later, as late as when it is dark in the summer, and realize that his wife is not yet home?

As a husband, I hate to think about it. As a writer, I have to.

And even as I write this, I wait for my wife to come home, and I hope that this analysis remains hypothetical.

  • housepea

    Even though we talked about it, it still makes me sad to think about this.