There Are These Days

There are these days.

On them, my brain allows itself to glitch on the possibility that my husband and my bodies will give out much, much, much before our King and Queen are ready to brave this world; particularly, too early for our King to obtain any sort of independence.

There are these days.

On them, my burning thought bubbles play out the reality that our King, who really only can depend on my husband and I, as we are the only ones who know him and have a strong enough physical and pyschological build for him now, could fall dependent on a larger system of strangers that is structured in such a way that employees and those they serve get lost in them.

There are these days.

On them, my heart throbs thinking about how independent our King will ever be. How dependent on governed services and on our Queen he might become. My heart wonders what that dependence may do for her and to her.

I hate these days.

Disallow.

Disallow.

Disallow.