David Coughing

David's coughing has awakened me again, at 5:30 AM. I get him out of his bed, take him into mine, and lay him down on a pillow for comfort. He stops coughing, and gently falls asleep. I'm looking at him, contemplating him and his future with me. As I ponder the close of the year, the days getting shorter, and my marriage ending, I see his silhouette in the coming dawn and it reminds me of his ultrasound, the part where you see his dim outline, fuzzy in the womb, where he yawned. It makes me think of new beginnings, of times changing, of security before the cold, bright world hits your skin.