I will sleep alone tonight.

It was dark when we left this morning and traffic was heavy.

We waited. Waiting rooms. People. Doctors. Nurses.

I waited. Alone. Then said goodbye and see you later.

Go upstairs, it'll be quieter there, Dr. B said. I did. It was.

I waited. Alone.

Bit my tongue when the old man said "My headache's not because of my sugar."

Texted. Facebooked. Should have brought my phone charger.

11 a.m. Dr. B smiled at me. I waited some more. Then paid $13 for lunch.

I updated family and friends.

When I saw him he was awake. And beautiful.

I crafted. I fetched. I helped out of bed. I walked. I kissed. I hugged. I loved.

I waited. I stayed.

I said "Whoa that's kinda high" when the nurse checked his sugar.

I felt better when she said "That's nothing compared to others."

I wished I could have stayed all night.

I miss.

Tonight I will sleep alone. And tomorrow. Then he's home. My rock.