I woke up in the middle of the night to find Zeke's side of the bed empty and cold. It seems he did not go to bed at all tonight. My heart was racing when I was startled awake, what woke me I do not know. Now it seems to be racing even harder as if it is going to burst out of my chest, my chest was heaving in and out trying to take a deep breath that I just couldn't catch.
Why am I feeling like this, what is wrong? I looked around the room trying to get my bearings. I am safe in my own bed, the chikdren fast asleep on the couch. I climb out of bed, my body soaked with sweat. They were safely sleeping undisturbed. I thought this would calm my heart but it only seemed to make it beat faster. My thoughts go back to Zeke and how he has not yet come to bed.
I go down to his office, it's empty
