5:34 a.m.
She was asleep beside me. I leaned into her side, and kissed the outline of her jaw, and the tip of her nose. I took her hand gracefully into mine, and brought it to my lips, feeling the soft skin of her palm. I pushed up her sleeve, in the darkness of the bedroom. I looked down at the lines melting into her gentle soft skin; the red ones overlapping the white. And I suddenly knew. I knew how discontent she really was. I knew she wasn't fine, when she said she was. I was disappointed in myself, for how long it took me to comprehend her manner.
