- Gender and Relationships
Her Worst Nightmare
She woke up and looked at the clock. She could not get her bearings straight. What day was it? What time did she need to get up? She tried to get her thoughts together. She figured out it was Monday and that she had a few moments before she actually had to get up. Her husband was lying next to her, she would let him sleep. She went to the bathroom to get ready. Splashed some warm water over her face, tried to fix her hair and brushed her teeth. She went to the kitchen, her kids would need to be fed. On her way to the kitchen she saw that one daughter was still sleeping soundly so the other two must be downstairs already. The light from the kitchen was bright; she was still cloudy trying to figure out what she needed to do to get breakfast ready. She started the process and then realized that she was on automatic pilot. Finally the breakfast was ready and on the table. She woke her sleeping daughter and then went to call the other two upstairs. She decided she could go back to sleep for another hour before taking the kids to school. She would take advantage of the time she had so that she could be more rested. This was a normal morning for her, being way too tired and crawling back into bed while she could. This morning was a bit different however, she felt something was a bit off when she walked back into the bedroom but could not figure it out. Something didn’t feel right. She crawled back into bed and tried to get comfortable but could not. She did not want to move around too much because she did not want to wake up her husband. Her husband she thought, something was not right with him. What was it? She did not hear a sound. He was not making a sound at all. Suddenly she was scared, very very scared. Was she overreacting? She tried to calm herself down. Her kids were just in the other room. She tried to deep breathe while she got up and walked around to the other side of the bed. She was nervous, she felt like she was going to throw up while she leaned over her husband. She put her shaking arm out to try and touch him. She didn’t want to but knew she had to. She prayed that she was wrong but she knew that her prayers were going unanswered it was too late he was gone. She still tried to touch him but couldn’t too many thoughts were going through her head right now. What was she supposed to do? How could she protect her kids? Should she send her kids to school? Should she call her mother? She was confused and scared. She tried to think of the last thing she remembered. She had gone to bed before him. She remembered waking up and he was in bed watching television. But everything was a blur to her. She could hear her children in the hallway getting ready for school. Were they in the bathroom brushing their teeth? Were they in their rooms making their beds or were they getting dressed? She couldn’t tell she could hear them and their voices were getting louder. How would she explain this to them? She was not ready for this at all. Why was this happening now? He was too young they still had their whole lives ahead of them. She had to touch him, she had to know. She needed to know. She was scared to know. She reached out her arm to him tried to touch him; was he going to be warm or cold she was afraid to find out. As her hand came close to his body she heard the door slam in the back of her mind and it startled her, woke her. Her son was by her bed telling her the time. She had overslept, she was late. She turned over towards her husband he was getting up to go to the bathroom. She could barely catch her breath.