Praying for Sleep

* This was written based on the Inspiration Monday prompt over on the Be Kind Rewrite blog. *

Restlessly she tossed in the bed. She reached over to the nightstand and pressed the button on her cell phone – 2:00am. Another night of trouble finding sleep. She used to never have trouble sleeping.

So many things were different from how they used to be. She used to sleep in his arms. Now he was lying a foot away, not touching, back turned to her, and snoring. It wasn’t the snoring keeping her from sleep. She had gotten used to it years ago. Part of the problem was the distance in more than just physical proximity.

The physical part wasn’t his fault. For the last several years his health had been declining. He felt pain everyday and even minimal activity made him short of breath. She knew it was hard for him to get comfortable, but she still missed him holding her.

It was a small wonder there was an emotional distance as well. His day-to-day focus had shifted to the necessities simply required for living life. She knew it had to be hard to focus on anything else when he had trouble breathing even sitting still and he tired so easily.

She had to stay in the present as well. Everyday she tried to make sure he ate, gave him his medicines including the inhalers, and tried to make him comfortable. She missed being able to dream. It hurt too much to dream and life was too uncertain. The busyness usually at least kept her from thinking too much, which kept away the fear.

Tonight she was afraid though and it was keeping her from sleep. Afraid of him dying and afraid of the future. Silent tears streamed down her face as she closed her eyes praying for sleep.

(I welcome any comments or feedback.  Fiction is not something I write often.)