Writing Prompts Fistpump #1

So I thought it'd be kind of cool to jump start some writing here on the blog with little writing prompts.

Here's the prompt:

Some mornings she felt like she couldn't even ___________. But this morning, she knew anything was possible. Maybe even _________. 

And what it spurred on:

"Some mornings she felt like she couldn't even hold his hand. It felt wrong, put-on, like somehow pressing the soft peach flesh of her palm to his was a lie. She had spent the past four dozen years of her life by his side. But it was starting to become monotonous. If you do anything long enough, it becomes a pattern, a circle, a groove notched in the ground on the path that you tread daily. But this morning, shining with a silver light through the dusty, shabby windows, she knew anything was possible. Maybe even death."

Wow. That got morbid.