“You were snoring.”
“Was I? I didn’t mean to. Did I keep you awake?”
“You did, but I-”
“I’m sorry. I’ll put my head up so I don’t keep you awake.”
“Please don’t.”
“But you need your sleep.”
She hesitated. I could see the tears welling in her eyes.
“But I need to hear you snore even more. I was all alone there for a month. A month. All I heard was my ventilator. Your snoring, it lets me know I’m home.”