“For a little bit. Then I would toss and turn too much.” She sipped her coffee, watching me over the rim of her cup. “And you? How was your sleep?”
“I’m not sure I slept at all. I was very restless and uncomfortable.”
“Perhaps you have things in your mind,” she said, a gentle salvo.
“That’s true, too many things that worry me.”
“I understand. The worries, they seem so much larger in the dark.”
“That’s certainly true. Larger than reality, I’m sure.”
“Yes, in the daytime they do not seem so big anymore.”
Her eyes softened around the corners, and the small furrow between her brows diminished. I could feel some of the muscles in my shoulders relax. There was a small crack of light shining in the darkness.
We sat down at the table for a few minutes to eat, and I felt as though some of t
