I sneak by the room where you sit in your favorite chair – I don’t know if you’re sleeping.
I don’t want you to see I’ve been crying. Again.
I step carefully over the plastic tube that gives you oxygen.
It’s a lifeline and a snare – keeping you trapped, letting you breath.
I brush my teeth and get ready for bed.
Keeping my game face on.
Listening to the oxygen pump with its rhythmic heartbeat, strangely soothing.
[post 33 in the #blogg100 challenge]