Death, Space, Reentry, Work

Covid wasn’t the worst thing to happen. It was just one more tragedy to handle.

That day I was coming home from some place I can’t remember. Probably work since it was the evening. Took my shoes off at the door. I noticed she was still sleeping. I felt sorry for yelling at her the night before. She tends to sleep off her pain, especially the kind from me. I hopped over to my computer like I always did, and waited…