Two weeks of tossing and turning in bed, two weeks of insomnia, two weeks of anxiety, two weeks of tears, two weeks of the fear of the unknown. Or maybe I did know. It was the fear of death. Two weeks is just fourteen days. It is just 336 hours. But it was a bit too long a time to be in a state of despair and regret and wishing to be in her place instead. She is beautiful and…
