Toss and turn. Turn and toss. My head just wouldn’t let go.
A senseless exercise, I couldn’t change the past. All the should haves and could haves, too late.
The moon rose, the moon set.
At sunrise I dragged my weary body out of bed and trudged blindly for the coffee maker.
It was over that first cup that an idea began to form.
With shaking hands I grabbed the phone and put my plan into motion.
When you said hello I rushed into it, “Don’t hang up! I have to tell you something.”
“Ok, what?” you snarled.