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Unformatted text preview: Sleepless in North Fort Myers Tiffany Christman I couldn’t sleep for most of the night. I laid there staring at my husband, reaching out to feel for the rise of his chest when his breaths couldn’t be heard, my eyes popping widely with each cough or groan. Last night as we sat watching television he began to choke on his coffee and as his skin tone changed from flesh to red to shades of blue – I stood transfixed, uncertain of what to do as I watched our life together flash past my mind’s eye. Our first kiss, the first I love you, his arms around me, the way my arm tingles when he holds my hand, our first fight, our first make up, our first time, the night he proposed, his smile, his nose, his eyes, our practise wedding dance, our honeymoon, his laugh – the idea of that all being gone is so terrifying a thought. The choking lasted for just under a minute and he would tell me later his holding in the mouthful of coffee that made the whole situation worse was just to spare possibly spewing it onto the television screen. After he turned a bluish the whole situation worse was just to spare possibly spewing it onto the television screen....
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This note was uploaded on 05/10/2010 for the course HMHS HMHS taught by Professor Hazel during the Spring '10 term at Heritage.
- Spring '10