Aug
26
2010
What are we doing?
“What are we doing?” he sighs, holding still the hand that was just wiping his forehead as he lies in bed.
“Seriously. I mean you and me, us…”
Her heart skips a beat, but she does not dare reply.
“Life is too short. You are an angel, you know that? Really.” He sighs again, and falls asleep. “What are we doing?”
This is not me, of course. But. It’s a good question.