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From Beneath an Arched Lamp in an Otherwise Dark Room

A knee across my ankle and hand grasping my foot trap me on my back on the sofa. For fear of waking her, I cannot move or shift.

My leg jerks in response. But still she sleeps, undisturbed.

Outside our door, dogs are barking. The clock ticks every second, and Jennifer exhales every five.

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