Dimes from heaven

It's 8am and my alarm is always on cue. This late fall day is promising sunshine, despite the cold temperature. I see a ray of sun reflecting from my dresser mirror. I'm smiling on the thought that the forecast did well on it's promise. I lift my head from my pillow and my body follows to sit up on the edge of the bed. The floor is cold as my naked feet make their way to the bedroom window. I cast the champagne drapes aside to take a closer look at the sky, and a sea of blue now appears above the rooftops. The bare trees are the only indication of the season.

Despite the brilliant light, and clear skies, my thoughts go inward, and I begin to feel the sadness. He's gone. My love. My life. My eyes begin to well up, and it's hard to swallow. I don't see the ray in the mirror, but only a weary face looking back at me, the pain embracing my whole body like daggers, and a loud cry comes up from my throat. My legs buckle under me, and I hit the floor hard. I bury my face in my arms, as my wet tears cover them. It hurts so much. I turn my head to rest on my bent knees and I see something shiny by my right foot. I reach for the dime as I sniffle to keep my nose from running. I stand up abruptly and I kiss the dime. My gratitude is overflowing. Thank you for being here with me, my boy.