The Shower Scene

   Sleep has been a struggle with me for as long as I can remember.  Growing up in an alcoholic home could have something to do with it.   So much uncertainty as to the atmosphere I would be sleeping in? Where ever the seeds of insomnia began they have grown into a full blown issue that I have learned to live with.  Last night, as I was letting my mind wander in an attempt to slip into deep sleep, I ended up in the shower.  No, not literally.  In my mind I watched as my hand slid back the glass shower door and I paused mid step to get in.  HE was there.  Ron's back was to me, his head under the water washing his hair.  That back, those broad shoulders, the tattoo on his left bicep, and he turned to look at me.  Over his shoulder he looked...and smiled.  I wasn't dreaming because the flood of emotion that filled me instantly brought me to tears.  I really miss that man.