At
Twilight
Sometimes
she can’t sleep. It isn’t because of
nightmares or insomnia. It isn’t because
she is unhappy. Sometimes sleep can’t
come because she is too high on all the love in her life. It seems surreal that she could have so much-
every dream coming true. The feelings
are overpowering keeping her up making her stare at the blonde mane on the
pillow beside her. The airstream is
cramped but she doesn’t mind. He has big plans to make their cabin a
paradise for them and the little one growing inside of her. She
may have raised her brothers and was a mama hen to everyone that came into her
life but this is so different. It is so
much more. She thought she could only
have that great love for Jane but she already has it for a baby she hasn’t even
laid eyes on yet.
So at
twilight as Teresa Lisbon slides into the same, rough bed beside her husband
all she can do is be grateful. Be
grateful that Jane came to her, that they were able to admit their love, that
they got married and now shared a precious gift. She runs her hand through his hair and he
answers her question she didn’t know she was asking with closed eyes. “Sleep, Teresa, it will all still be here in
the morning. You have my word. When have I ever been wrong?” She smiles softly to herself, places a kiss
to his temple and closes her eyes. Still
unable to sleep as she basks in the happiness she never thought would be hers.
