It can be tough in bed. In the middle of the night. A long, dark winter's night. The brain gets rolling. Lying there between the sheets, winds that don't get a thought during the day blow up into tornados.
He's known loneliness. Who hasn't? Knew it as a kid when his older sibs left the nest. Knew it in college freshman year without a bud in sight. Knew it well when he traveled solo to the far corners of the earth.
But he didn't expect to feel the emotion now. Not married with three daughters. A crazy, chaotic life. Busy busy all the time. But here she blows, roiling around in his head at three o'clock in the morning.
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