Post-Midnight Reverie

The IV in my right arm is hurting. I hope they don't have to start it again. I can't see the drops in the little chamber but there's no beeping from the machine yet. It is dark in the room. There are no shadows: I measure time by them now. When the TV's shadow hits the corner of the room, it's time for dinner.

I can feel my husband's hand in mine. His breathing is slow and even, so I know he is finally asleep in the chair beside me. He can't be comfortable but he sleeps anyway.

Since the surgery I have slept only a little. I cannot get comfortable in this bed and there are so many strange sounds. Mostly though, I have a recurring dream …