Did you know: nurses take lunch breaks, too?
And, while Ms. Fren went out for a tuna sandwich, I slid down the hospital hall, walking amongst the ghosts, until I reached your room, and, with a turn of a knob, I stepped inside, the sound of a beeping monitor to greet me.
You were asleep.
Lashes on cheeks.
Lips apart.
Nose flared.
If beauty was measured in stars, you’d be a supernova, burning up my world in the blink of an eye.
