Daydreamer

Today after I took Jacob to his friend's to spend the night, I was alone in the house for a few hours.  Tim was at work, so it was scary quiet.  I put my Iphone on the deck in my studio,  and let Justin serenade me.  As I drew, I daydreamed about Cory bouncing through the doorway, the biggest smile on her face to see me, eager to grab a stool, and sit down, talking and laughing, until the last thirteen months were nothing but a stupid nightmare.  If I could see her again, I'd most want to say, "I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry."