By Crystal Avila
We lay in bed silent in the darkness, both facing the chipping ceiling, not even our fingertips touching. But you were awake. I could feel you thinking.
Yesterday you were cooking and realized we were out of tomato sauce after putting the pasta to boil. You cried yourself to sleep.
And one night I heard you praying quietly when you thought it was safe. You spoke to the chipping ceiling like it was God.
After that I started to face the ceiling too.
After that I started to stay awake.
And I pray too now. Please let me see you naked.
Very well done Crystal. We all pray, but seldom for what someone else wants. You nailed the suprise ending.
Thank you! Much appreciated!