Love is Patient, Love is kind
I wake up in a very comfortable bed on a Monday morning. I look over to my right and see a strange machine beside me. To my left I see David with his head down on the railing of my bed. I look around and realize that I’m in a hospital bed. I look in front of me and see my parents asleep on the couch. I lay there for a moment and stare at the ceiling.
‘What am I doing here?’ I think to myself. I look at my body and see there is no harm down that I can see. I nudge David’s head a little. He sheepishly looks up at me, and it was like lightning struck him. He burst into tears and wrapped his arms around me.
“What am I doing here?” I ask him as his arms constrict me.
“You scared us to death.
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