I can hear the wind rattling the outside of the house and unseen objects are blown up against the structure. I rarely question living this far from town but then the solidarity creeps up and the emptiness I feel makes me restless. I try to outrun the night but I can't hide from it's inky chill.
I toss and turn watching shadows dance across the wall, a beam of light reflected from somewhere outside. The t.v. screen flashes a DishTV message at me but I ignore it.
I press his shirt against my nose, close my eyes and breathe deeply. It's the nearest thing I have to his touch and I revel in it...for the moment. I can almost hear the soft thudding of his heart, his slow, steady breathing, feel the heat from his flesh. I swim in a sea of warm memories.
Soon. Soon he will be home.