Touch in the Night


I was sick yesterday. I felt awful. I got some food in me late and fell asleep. Sometime during the night I felt a hand, first on my brow and then on my hand. I heard something about fever. I’m not sure if it was “You have fever.” or “You don’t have fever.” It didn’t matter because I knew in either case she had this. I then felt her crawl into bed.

I was overcome with an intense feeling of gratitude. At the same time there was a small sense of dread in the thought that there are so many who have no one to give a comforting touch in the night and the knowledge that one day I might be in that lonesome number.

I fought off those thoughts away because for now I am in the number of the blessed and for that I am deeply and eternally grateful.


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