Come in my Dreams

This is my third morning waking up in a hospital room. I am exhausted and can only imagine how my mother is feeling. 

The cafeteria coffee is not bad. It's hot and I put three packets of brown sugar in it to mask the flavor.

After having spent a fair amount of time in hospitals this year I've learned a few things. There will always be that family eating in the cafeteria. You know the family I'm talking about. The silent spoon family.

I feel like furniture and I like that. There are chairs everywhere and I fall into them, disappear and am campflaged into the rigid foam.

I remember last thanksgiving.

And the one before that.