Restless Night

Last night all I remember is tossing and turning all night long.   I blamed my working crazy hours.   I blamed my mind space.   I thought I’ve been working too much and not taking care of myself.   Every time I woke up or moved Joe was there.   He asked me if I was okay.   He asked if I needed anything.   He rubbed my back and I asked him to stop. I woke up this morning to find all of the covers wrapped around him.   All of the sheets and blankets had been pulled from the bed and he was wrapped in them.   I was pulling from them to get some to wrap up and be warm in.    Maybe last night I wasn’t the one who was restless.   Maybe last night I was too quick to blame me.