A 4AM Proposal

I've been somewhat of an insomniac since I moved here to Denver. When I was living on the East coast I didn't always sleep so well, but here it's like a plague I have managed to infect Don with-I feel like my constant worrying in the crux of where the night meets morning has somehow infected him. I used to be able to sit quietly staring into space, trying to think my way out of my own worry.

We have been waking up at 4 or 4:30 for what seems like months now-usually one of us will start some conversation about something that is bothering us. The thoughts swirling in my head during that time of the night are sometimes collaborated with what I see on the news-the allure of being able to check news stories in bed at any time too much for me to sit in the dark trying to hold back the tears.

We're poor, but we've been poor for the past two years together. Lately it's like a monster on my shoulders as I avoid Sallie Mae and their requests for payment on $40k I am somehow expected to chip away at making $10 an hour. I then ...