What I Think About When I think About Death

Answering the Question Barbie-Land Barbies Can Forget

By 10 p.m., my husband and I had said goodnight to one another. We lay silently, waiting for our bodies to soften into sleep. The air filter (my preferred method of white noise) hummed quietly.  Some day we will not be lying in this bed together, I thought. There will be an end to even this. Time quieted for a moment, and I was aware of eternity just be…