Morning Wake

It is little after three am. I woke with a wince and a groan and this body and leg and gut; they pelted me with pains. In a dash I turned on the light to search for a pill. Turned on the light and saw from the far reaches of my eye, my Rose, lying there next to me, faced to the light. I winced and groaned again, to myself. Darn it I woke her again. And at a time when waking her leaves her awake. She returns not to her sleep. And I. I will fade soon under the influence of this pill I took. I wince and groan at the unfairness. No not any unfairness attended to me. The unfairness to my wife, who I love, who I dreamt of all night, who I loved in the dreams I dreamt all night.