Just feet away from where my husband’s lifeless body was found, I awake from an unplanned nap.
The boys had been in bed for a couple of hours. And I, apparently channeling my dead husband, had fallen asleep on the couch. My background noise, the television, had moved on from one Christmas movie to another. My phone sat squarely on my chest. The sound coming from it belonged to a TikTok video that has been on repeat the entire time I snoozed. I’m sure the content creator appreciated the extra views.
