She was rushing again. Lately it felt like someone had pressed the fast forward button. There was barely time to do everything she needed, and the days were melting into one another. She longed for the quiet days.
She barely remembered what her husband looked like. It felt like weeks since they had sat down and had a proper conversation. They were like ships in the night, passing each other silently, only their shadows giving away their positions. She longed for his touch, but they felt worlds apart.
