I don't know if this is going to be a series or just this one excerpt, but I had a ton of fun writing it and I hope you enjoy!
I think I may be dead. I know that’s not a normal thing to think, but I’ve read a lot of books, seen more movies, and watched a ton of TV. All that digesting of entertainment should count for something. Especially since it has taught me something so important. Something that seems to be of great use right now and has led me to this conclusion:
When someone hugs you gratefully after saying, “You’re alive?” It means you’re dead and they’re in a dream or have time traveled.
I told my therapist that I suspected this and all he said was, “Have you considered that your husband may simply be grateful for you? Because you are obviously alive.”
Then he had me do some exercises to verify my aliveness, but I neglected to tell my therapist that it’s like my husband has been in a trance since the incident and suddenly he’s awake again. He’s been going through the motions for two years and then two days ago, he was thankful for my existence and it’s not even thanksgiving.
“I love you,” he said when we settled in for bed last night, just like usual, then he kissed me.
But that wasn’t like usual.
He kissed me like it was the last time he ever would.
Then we did the nasty, screwed, banged, and all the other euphemisms for sex. We haven’t had unscheduled sex since before the incident. I don’t know what got into him. He’s a different man and it happened overnight.
I know he wouldn’t cheat on me, so that leaves me to believe I must be dead. It’s the only logical explanation. I’m dead and he’s, well, in a dream.
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