48 hours

For 48 hours I have been away from my house. For 48 hours I haven’t heard from my husband. For 48 hours my heart has hurt. As I lie in this bed donned in Toy Story sheets I long for my own. Decisions and choices rush around my brain like tiny ants on adderall bouncing off my skull. Does anyone hear me? Are we all really just alone?

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