The day after we moved into our house, I waited for my husband to leave for work so I could lie down on our bed, close my eyes, and disappear. I drew the covers over my legs to keep my feet warm; they are always cold, regardless of the temperature.
Sometimes, as a tease, my husband says: “It is as if you are dead.”
“I am,” I say. He cocks his head and squints at me like an investigator…
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