the only good thing here is sleep.

she said.
you know how one story can ignite a different one?
i was talking to my friend today and she had recently worked with a
senior friend herself as well.
the lady couldn't speak anymore so communication was difficult.
and yet, that sentence stuck with me when my friend said it.
the only good thing here is sleep.
she was living in once of those homes that are packed up right unto
the rooms with people who can't care for themselves anymore.
like sardines they lie or sit beside, in front and behind each other.
the only good thing here is sleep.
and so my friend would come and sit with this lady for an hour.
just sit and watch the other people walk by in the hallways or outside.
one hour and then they would part.
she died 10 hours into their visits. left.

the only good thing here is sleep.

i hope that wherever she is now, we would fine her dancing, singing, jumping rope,

climbing mountains and eating chocolate covered almonds all day and night.

because i think she slept enough while she was with us.