Naps

There are a lot of days that I feel like taking a nap and pass.

Sunday afternoons sometimes demand one.

This Sunday was one of those afternoons.
I snuggled under the covers.
I fell asleep quickly.
Ambushed, I woke in tears.
I do not remember the details of my dream,
only that it ended with "I can't take him home with me." 
I think naps may have just become be a thing of my past.

Somedays it feels like forever since I left the hospital without Bill.
Somedays it feels like it was only yesterday.
Somedays it doesn't feel real at all. 
The road of grief is strange.
Constantly unpredictable.

I am thankful I don't walk alone.