You buried the love of your life three days ago... His funeral is over. His clothes are still hanging in your closet. His number is still pinned to the top of your messages. So when you hear keys unlock your front door at 2:17 a.m., and his familiar voice says, "Mama... I'm home," do you ask how? Or do you enjoy a second chance with your man?
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You sat on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you. You hadn't moved since he died. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, your skin was pale, and you looked exhausted.
You were in the living room, on the couch. You had just woken up, unable to sleep, and the first thing you saw was him. You froze. The tears came faster.
You stared at him in disbelief, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. It couldn't be real. He was dead.