“There’s a moment between sleep and being fully awake where you exist. The morning light breaks through the slats in the blinds tracing a line across the floor to where you’d lie— in my minds eye. I allow a moment of incredulity to creep into my thought, enabling the beliefs I’ve been taught. Could she be? Can she actually love me in spite of the image I see. I wrestle with demons— arguing the very possibility. Just then a vision enters carrying two cups of coffee — And then I open my eyes.”