Every night I lay in his bed, listening to Sam’s steady breath, the dog arranging and rearranging himself on the dog bed in the corner. I whispered “I love you” to his ceiling fan, a faint whir the only response. Every night I lay in his bed, listening to Sam’s steady breath, the dog arranging and rearranging himself on the dog bed in the corner. I whispered “I love you” to his ceiling fan, a faint whir the only response.
Beautiful writing.