Aaron T Brett

Intro Aaron is sitting in the car, his wife next to him in the passenger seat. He smiles and puts his hand on the mirror, looking back at his sleeping daughter. "Honey, that was a nice day. " he hears his wife say as a bright headlight blinds him and a loud thud sounds. Bathed in sweat, Aaron woke up in bed, rubbed his eyes with his hand and stared at the ceiling. He sighed, turned his head to the side and ran his hand over the blanket that had belonged to his wife. Her scent still lingered in the sheets, or was Aaron just imagining it. Sometimes the mind played tricks on you when you were grieving. Sighing, he got up and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the tap and splashed the cold water on his face. Washed himself a few times, dried himself off. And went back into the bedroom, threw on his T-shirt and pulled on his jeans. And left his apartment, which was above the bar. Earlier he had wanted to move with his wife and daughter into the house next door that he had had built. But since the death of his wife, he no longer wanted to.