Moving On by Janet Jones

I wake up every morning to the soothing tones of Jimmy Buffett’s song, “Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On.” I lay there and listen a moment, longing to keep my eyes closed and stay in the oblivion of sleep. And longing, like the song, to be able to move on. I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to glance in the corner of the bedroom where he used to lay his furry head and see the empty space