Open Eyes

Her open eyes were vacant green, revealing only that her mind was occupied somewhere inside and not processing anything outside herself.

She blinked, which meant nothing, just as it meant nothing that her eyes were open. I stopped reading The Secret Garden aloud and stood up to change her IV. I’d run out of topics for solitary conversation months ago and had resorted to reading aloud to her.

I noticed as I changed the IV that I felt tired. Everything made me tired these days. Maybe I would skip a few days of reading to her. Go out to lunch with a friend instead. But all my friends . . .

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