He whispered hoarsely, “I am so weary, so weary….” She lay beside him, touching her rounded softness against his failing body, a harsh clatter of bones. She cupped his gaunt face in her gentle hands. “Please, dear, please sleep now. It’s alright to sleep now,” she pleaded. His eyes, already dead, gazed toward the mercy in her voice. He found the warm curve of her neck and with ragged breath, said good night one final time. She closed her eyes as well, wanting to hold him before morning exposed the folly of her dreams.