She Was Fading
Silence.
I sit in the chair next to her bed and we stay silent for awhile. “What happened last night was normal; wasn’t it?” I ask.
“I’ve had three-hundred and seventeen episodes like that in my life.” She responds and we melt back into silence.
She thinks she’s keeping me out, but the silence tells more than she knows.
“I’ve had three-hundred and seventeen episodes like that in my life.” She responds and we melt back into silence.
She thinks she’s keeping me out, but the silence tells more than she knows.