Jefferson - InsanityThe candlelight was waning, but I took no notice. I couldn't, even as the wax dripped down the holder and threatened to hit my paper--I had to finish this letter; I could not leave it for the morning. With my back hunched over my desk, my fingers cramping after writing for so long, I was beginning to feel like myself again. I didn't want the moment to leave.
"Mr. Thomas?" Elizabeth's entrance had been so subtle I had not heard it; I jumped. "Mr. Thomas, you should be getting to bed soon. It's awful late." I heard her place a dish at my elbow, and I glanced over at it. A half-empty cup of broth.
Elizabeth remained at my side, but I turned her away with a flick of my wrist. She curtsied and left just as silent as she'd come. The door shut, I was alone again.
I sighed and pushed my broth away; when I returned to my quill, my hand was trembling. Your letter found me a little emerging from the stupor of mine which had rendered me as dead to the world as she whose loss occasioned it--
it's time...Martha could distinguish whispers but no clear voices: four, maybe five unidentifiable faces were standing in the dark room, waiting. But on the edge of her bed, a familiar warmth and companion.it's time...2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
-It's time… she murmured just for him.
-No, not yet, Thomas leaned to peck her sweaty forehead, Not now, my dearest dear. A few locks of his ginger hair brushed her cheeks and she suddenly wondered when was the last time he left her bedside to rest or refresh. Her lips curled up in a weak smile at his words.
Knuckles whited by the disease, Martha's fingers gripped his sleeve to pull him closer.
-Tom, we… both met Death enough in our lives to recognize when it is coming…
Her chest rose and fell again. He could feel each of her breath on his own lips, each of her breath getting heavier than the previous one, each of her breath killing his sweet Patty.
-… and… I always knew… that I would go before you—
Thomas prayed for her. During hours. Far from any witness eye