Afraid

Fog. Mind jumbled. Face warming. Tingles and flushes. Eyes. Drooping. Welling? They can’t. Not here. I see his mustache. Hasn’t had it for maybe 10 years. Sitting on his lap in a recliner watching magic shows on late night tv. Riding in his car, listening to LeAnn Rimes. Taking an early train into Chicago. Waking before…