He looked at her post. Fumbling with the alarm clock he could not get it to shut up, only to realize it was the damn cell phone ringing. XXX Frying pan is clean, no dirty plate or cup. She leans down and tenderly kisses him on she lips whispering in his ear “high ho silver”. She had posted something on Facebook again. He then takes the small plate and balances it on his digital alarm clock. Shit! His left hand now free he pulls her hips toward his leaning his hip into her slightly, pressing her into the bedding. Google duo, It’s a video call, it’s her! Was it all a dream? He stopped by to see her and she was walking in the hallway with physical therapy.
