When Scott Stays on Campus Until Midnight.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
The house is quiet.
The empty cups on the coffee table, the perfectly still toy rattles. The soft breathing of a baby who, thirty minutes ago, was determined not to go to sleep.
There are dreams to be had in this kind of silence, but I don't want to dream without him.
I do not feel peace, but I do not feel anger and I do not feel sad.
It's always so quiet when he's not here.
I miss him.
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