22-year old Miranda has devoted herself fully to the man who swept her off her feet in a true modern-day fairytale. But when she's starting to feel him drift away, she's trapped between trying to win his affection back and protecting herself and her...
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The sun is beaming in through my bedroom window, making me squint my eyes even though they're still closed. I turn on my side, facing away from the unbearable light and try to go right back to sleep.
God knows I'm behind on it. Sleep. I can't waste a precious moment before his loud cries roar through the room and rip my motherly heart into pieces.
The first months of his life haven't been easy for me. Believe me, becoming a mother has been the best experience of my life and I've never been happier. He is my entire universe and I don't even know how I ever lived before he entered my life on a beautiful morning in May.
But the lack of sleep has nearly crushed me. I never thought I would break down crying from exhaustion, but it has happened more times than I'm willing to admit.
My hand reaches out for the perfectly fluffed pillow next to me and I let my hand trace the royal blue K that's embroidered on Kyle's pillowcase. The fabric is cold to the touch and I let out a sigh as it reminds me that he's been gone for days now.
The only imperfect thing about our perfect marriage is the fact that he's gone for work so much. Sometimes I miss him so intensely that it physically hurts, and I constantly worry if our son sees him enough to form a strong connection with him.
I kick the covers off, wondering why this morning is so damn warm. It's October, after all. And really early. The sun is normally never up before I've had my 3rd cup of coffee and changed the 5th diaper of the day ...
Opening my right eye just enough to look at my alarm clock, it informs me that it's 9.18 am. What the Hell ... I shoot open both eyes now, feeling extraordinarily awake. Well, it must be due to the north of 12 hours of sleep I just got, I think.
I sit up in bed in one quick movement, suddenly more worried than I've ever been in my entire life. I feel my heart galloping in my chest as my mind shifts into 5th gear and the worrisome thoughts rain down over me.
It is as if the world stops spinning and all I hear is a frustratingly high-pitched tone that takes over my entire body. I'm shaking, cold sweat breaking out from everywhere, my mouth getting dry.
