The Merry-go-round

I woke with a start a couple of hours ago. Lib had said, with great urgency, "Look at the time."

"What", I said, thinking we'd slept in and missed something important. I was sitting upright in bed looking at the digital clock, 4.36am it read. It's ten minutes fast. Lib didn't move a muscle as she breathed slowly and rhythmically. I realized I had been dreaming. I lay back down, now wide awake, thinking, "No, I have two hours of holiday left."

A flood of thought rushed me. I drifted and dozed and half dreamed. So much was dammed up in me after a week of thinking, as I drove, walked on the beach, read, and spoke to Lib, just the two of us. My Lib, the sleeping gem beside me, there every night for more than 28 years, except for a few times she's been in hospital, on a short solo holiday, or briefly visiting Molly without me.

The clock said 6.24 when I got up and went straight to the computer. I want to do a blog post, but I don't have time. So much has been going around in my head this past week.