The doctor tells me to sit in the waiting room, with the promise that he’ll be back with more information. I’m sitting there, watching the seconds rolling into minutes, and the minutes rolling into hours, like the tick-tock of a clock. That when a new hour strikes, a new fate awaits you and I, and I feel like time is more precious than ever. I manage to control my breathing with the ticking, until I’m at peace again. My anxiety’s making me drowsy, so, I fall asleep. I know what power dreams can have, so I dream about us playing together, being carefree, and you’re alive, with the precious moments of forever holding onto us. I don’t want this dream to go away, because I’m afraid that when I wake up, I’ll face the harsh realities of life. I’m being awaken by a gentle hand, and I’m told, “Your friend’s in a coma. She hasn’t been eating for weeks. As a result, her heart’s failing, and she may die today. I’m sorry”. I’m so stunned that I don’t know what to …show more content…
It’s like MY heart’s failing instead of hers. I sit there, watching, feeling my life that was once held by strings now being cut with scissors. I just can’t believe it. We’re like Siamese twins, like electromagnetic force fields, one unable to survive without the