DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW
She stared at me, perplexed and curious at my response
"I'm sorry.... your wife?" she asked, looking at me in that way people in her profession looked at their patients; she wanted to place a label on me
"Yes, my wife. I find myself doing things I would not do regularly or ever with her. She has me...... confused"
I said as my heart did that thing it did whenever the thought of her or of her voice or of anything related to her filled my mind, her brown curly wavy hair came to mind as I remembered how she struggled with it every morning, she had no idea but I had a camera installed in the room so even when I was not physically with her, she was out of my sight.
She could drive me off a cliff with the maddening thoughts that consumed my mind like a wild fire ov
