I spent two nights away from my family last week....with Luis. He was so gentle with me. He took time to calm my fears. He ran his hands through my hair, touched my face, my neck, plying me with alcohol...wipes, and glue. Lots of glue. He ran wires down my clothing, made me wear a mask, watched me sleep, and brought me breakfast in bed.
It feels so very illicit, and a little kinky.
But it's not really.
You see, I think I have a problem. Breathing. Luis thinks so too. Though he won't say. He's not at liberty to discuss results with me.
So next week, I'll go see the sleep doctor, and tell her about my two nights at the sleep center with Luis, watching me breathe. And she'll tell me what Luis already knows--that I have sleep apnea.
And every time I put on my sleep mask by myself, I'll think of Luis. And how since he's been gone, I can breathe for the first time.
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