I was sitting up in bed, and felt tired. It had been a long day, as if God added four minutes to every second. That long. I couldn't even remember waking up. Yet I must have, because here I am now at the end of the day.
My son Eli sleeps. My wife Nicole lays with him. She occassionally takes my hand, and I am grateful.
Our contact with one another does not have to be constant to be real. I don't trust a married couple that needs one another.
I only trust the purity of marriage. The purity is one of carnage, madness, complete chaos. Love is real, and I love reality.
The reality is I am tired.
I also love my family.
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