Three words chosen by eyes shut and pointing: in, depths, during
What a morning Linda thought as she made the bed. She softly, lovingly smoothed the blankets over the top. In her mind, he was still there, even though he had been gone for over ten years.
I remember many good times on this bed she thought, and horrible ones. I was sitting on the edge of this bed during the 9/11 attacks, waiting for my husband to finish getting ready for work.
The depths of Linda’s mind remember the good, the happiness and the sorrow while resting on this bed, waiting for sleep to come.