I stay in bed all day. If I lie on my right side, I can keep the arm balanced as if it is still part of
me. Or I can pretend it is your arm and that you are in bed with me. I think about how we used to
take a blanket into the dunes and wrap up together. Wake with sand in our hair and in the corners
of our eyes. Sound of the ocean big as the sky. I miss sleep. I miss you.
