Ex-Husband's Regret
It’s been hours since I crawled into bed, and yet sleep refuses to come anywhere near me.
Blackie is curled against my ribs, purring softly in her dreams, while I lie wide awake, staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling like taunts.
I’ve tried everything. Soft music, counting sheep, meditating until my jaw clenched from the effort.
Nothing works.
My body is exhausted, heavy with the kind of tired that should knock a person out instantly, but my mind won’t shut up. It won’t stop spinning, pulling me through every thought I’ve tried so hard to avoid.