I'll Put His Picture Down And Maybe Get Some Sleep Tonight
Alex lay in her bed. Bobby had been in Tates for two days now. She held a picture of him out in front of her. It was of them together. They were at some kind of charity and he had asked her to dance. They looked so happy; arms draped around each other, smiling. Someone pulled out a camera and got a wonderful picture. She stroked his cheek through the glass.
"I miss you, Bobby." She whispered. "I know things really haven't been the greatest lately. But, I promise when you get back, things will be different. We'll work everything out. It will be like it used to be." She sighed. "I'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight."
She set the picture down on the nightstand, but sleep was elusive to her that night.