Feeling or Feeling?

“What are you thinking?” Mike whispered across the dark long after I thought he had fallen asleep.

“I’m just taking inventory of how I’m feeling,” I said, fluffing my pillow.

“Really?” he asked, surprised. He rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand, and I could feel him staring at me even in the darkness of the bedroom. He crumpled his pillow in front of him and wrapped his free arm around it, settling in for a long talk. “I want to hear all about how you’re feeling. Tell me everything.”

“Okay,” I shrugged. “Well, my nose feels a little stuffed up, and I have a headache just coming on. My neck…”

“Oh,” Mike inturrupted. “You meant physically.” He rolled onto his back. “I thought you meant emotionally.”

And this sums up the relationship we have.

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