The Day After�

2001-09-12

Went home last night, sat on the couch and watched the news with my husband. We never watch television downstairs. After we've finished for the day we go upstairs and watch television in bed. Somehow it just didn't seem right to do that. So we sat on the couch, and watched the disaster, over and over. After a while I couldn't take it any more. I went upstairs and watched something else.

I woke often during the night, and several times heard planes passing over. While I new that there would probably be patrol flights, I still waited, listening until I could no longer hear them.

I lay close to my husband, glad for the comfort of his arms. When I left for work this morning, I kissed him, hard.

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