i've been in and out of sleep for the past two days.
feverish, sweaty, and tossing in a bed that isn't mine.
everything is dark, so i never know the time.
(not to mention the power went out, and we never reset the clocks.)

while drifting, i heard craig, out in the hallway, talking vehemently about something.
it reminded me of when i was young and sick, in the bedroom off the kitchen. my mother would watch wheel of fortune and talk to her sister. it was a comfort.
every now and then a cool hand would touch my forehead and bring me some water.
it was a comfort.