My husband,my Olly,

how frightening it all must have been for him.The panic on his face,the fear. Where are we going,he kept on asking. I want to go home. I want to go home with my wife. Let's go home,let's go home. I was stroking his hand but said nothing. I just wanted to have the day behind me and sleep,sleep,sleep. Sleep without fear.Sleep without worry.To have peace,to feel safe for a week or two,that is all I needed.To get my eye better.To get my bruises healed. To stop hurting all over. I wanted just one day to be the way it used to be. Oh,my God, am I asking too much?