I had trained my camera on my husband.

He had been lying in bed beside me, head propped up on a pillow while our black cat draped herself over his shoulder like a scarf. I hadn’t hidden the camera, but I had every intention of being furtive in this particular photographic pursuit for posterity.

The room was dark except for their faces, which were illuminated by the word puzzle he was playing on his phone.

The flash had given me away.

My husband laughed at my predicament more than his own.

I had intended to quietly record a different moment in our lives.

Not just the one in which a sweet feline affectionately paws for his attention, but more pointedly that this serene moment is happening with wires and monitors taped to his face,........

© The Saratogian