My Husband

I died on the cold hospital bed. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting its warmth onto the sheets. Though the sunlight was close at hand, I couldn’t grasp its fleeting warmth, no matter how hard I tried. Sloane clasped my bony hand, struggling to replace words. But my life was slipping away like sand through an hourglass. “I’m sorry… I won’t be able to stay with you anymore.” I couldn’t bear leaving this world!