“I’ll wash the dishes.”
“I already did that,” said David.
“No, you loaded the dishwasher,” I said. “I’ll wash the dishes by hand.”
David shrugged and stepped aside so I could get to the sink. For 20 minutes I fixated on the hot water as I scrubbed away the demons. When I’d finished, I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I turned off the water and David appeared at my side. “Are you ready for bed now?” he asked. David led me upstairs, where I crawled beneath the comforter and pressed my face to the pillow. As the fog of sleep began to envelop me, I mumbled to David, “You don’t think I’m crazy, do you?” I wasn’t awake long enough to hear his reply.