Hymn

Back under the covers, still unable to fall asleep, she wondered just what had compelled her to kick free and kneel beside the too-wide bed. To pray. The words describing the action were difficult for her to admit.

“Imagine that,” she said, to no one in the room. “Me.”

Turning over, her face sunk in the down pillow, she laughed. When she heard the knocking, she couldn’t be sure how long it had been going on.

“Don’t come in,” she said. And after a minute, shuffling steps walked down the hall. She kept listening, waiting for the kettle to sing.

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