I'm always most tired when I'm with him. I believe it's because I let myself be most vulnerable. I had the kind of tiredness, the long drawn kind of tiredness, that ends with a whisper of a sigh. My world felt like it was being held up by the thinnest of threads, so fragilely drawn tight, that I felt if I let myself slacken for a moment, even if just for a second, the world would fall down. Like london bridge. Like humpty dumpty. Like all the nursery rhymes in which we play-act pain so gleefully.
He changed the channel on the radio. It switched to the Kings of Convenience cd. The radio went, "Go easy on me..."
My shoulders loosened. The world didn't fall down.
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