73-Still
He opened the bedroom door to find her still lying in their bed sleeping soundly. It was somewhat of a relief, because when he'd left for work earlier that morning, he hadn't counted on her having a fever. He offered to stay home and take care of her but she refused and so he went to work reluctantly. However, he left shortly thereafter, wanting so badly to return home to his brown-eyed angel.
Now he sat on the bed, his fingers running though her hair, grateful that her fever had finally broken. And he said a silent prayer of thanks.