Chapter 7

I broke the surface of consciousness again. Vaguely aware of the weight on the side of my bed. A part of my brain registered it as someone sitting next to me, but the other part if my brain just wanted to fall back into the nothingness. I fought to keep myself in that shallow surface of consciousness. The same part that registered the person sitting next to me, also longed for George. I wished that he could be here to drag me out of this ocean that I seemed to keep drowning in. He was always there but now it seemed like I was back where I started when I moved here. Alone.

The sound of muffled voices broke through the thick cloud that smothered me. It sounded a lot like, “Are you sure you don’t want anything?” followed by a brief reply, which sounded like a “yes,” but I was still unsure.

A hand held mine, or that is what I thought was happening. I could feel coldness to it. Like someone just came in from outside, after walking in the snow for a while.