Monday, 4 April 2011


Is she asleep? ...too scared to touch her face... will her skin be cold... clammy... like they say in the movies? -Oh! Did the bed clothes just rise and fall with her breath? Is she breathing?! I can't tell.  How long has she been like this? In this place, alone.  We've searched for her for years, or is it months?  ...and now I find her, here, like this. The appearance of peace, yet I feel uneasy. Something isn't right. Is she connected to the body still, or has she been taken away? ...too scared to touch her face; I hope she is sleeping.

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