Meryl couldn't sleep. Her thoughts of John were overwhelming her. She sat up and decided to go to the fridge, hopefully a glass of milk would help. She carefully tip toed through the hall. She didn't wanna wake Don. He would be leaving in the morning. She opened the fridge door and grabbed the jug of milk, opened the the top cabinet and grabbed a glass. The glass slipped out of her hand and she tried catching it but it was too late.
"Shit!" She Screeched.
She grabbed the broom, trying to get all the pieces. She heard a door shut and cursed at herself.
"Meryl?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
"I couldn't sleep."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"I dont wanna keep you up."
"I'm a shoulder to cry on, It's okay."
"I cant sleep, my mind wanders to John. He passed away so soon. He promised me forever and forever turned out to be two years. Two of the happiest. I want more time with him. I don't want to be here alone. I feel stranded."
Don rubs Meryl's back and she puts her face in his chest.
"I'm alone Don."
"No you aren't, I'm here. I always will be."
She smiled sadly up at him. He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead.
"You'll be okay."
"I hope so."
"I'll help with whatever when I get back."
"Okay." She sniffles.
Don gives her a reassuring smile and kisses her head.