2006-07-30
Love #1
She was so small, occupying less than 50% of the white hospital bed - its starkness rivalled only by the pale of her face. Each little movement hurt her. Like hell. Breathing was difficult, keeping awake was difficult, falling asleep was even more difficult.
And yet, the first thing she said as her eyes fluttered open to acknowledge my dry ones taking in her tiny, tiny self, was "How was your competition?"
nothing ever happens at 1:24 p.m.