Honey, I'm home

The light leaks in through the crack of the door.  The heavy footfalls indicate inebriation.  Her eyes are closed again.  Her breathing stilled.  She dare not move in case it brings the footfalls closer.  A silent prayer, "please" is all she dare think.  It's repeated in her head on a loop, "please, please, please."  Garbled, muffled voices begin on the other side of the door.  The tv is on.  He'll likely fall asleep there.  One prayer answered, at least.  Another night where sleep is feigned and confrontation thus avoided.    She shuts her eyes tighter and wills sleep to come. "Please."  That prayer will not be answered.