A State of Inertia
I blinked. The room was dark despite the opened curtains. I must have slept far longer than I thought.
I opened my eyes, my mind growing more alert with each passing second. Back to reality, to grappling with the loss of my other half. Whose voice and presence around the house I missed the most, yet nowhere to be found.
And then there were others that were not and would be better left behind.
I knew this was only the beginning. I have not even begun to grieve, let alone heal. My days of mourning the death of my marriage were far from over. But for that few seconds, when stupor still reigned over consciousness, I let myself float... To stop fighting the inevitable. To simply live in the moment.
To just be.
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