May 2011

Oh no. Not again.

I don’t understand. What’s happening?

For the third night in a row, I’ve woken up to Don sitting on the edge of the tub, watching the light bulb above the sink. When I ask him what’s going on, he says that the wall is going to catch on fire and he has to watch to put the fire out when it happens.

For heaven’s sake, I explode for the third time, shut the damn light out and come to bed. No light; no fire!

But on this night, it’s me that can’t sleep. Something is wrong.