A White Christmas

December 4

I’m uncertain. I’m not sure about anything anymore. When honestly, as I look over the white wall, and see on my hand, a wristband labeled invalid, it has my name, a barcode for identification, and EMERGENCY written on it. I can’t know what to think. Laying in bed, in the pure white knit I wear to sleep, the pure white bed sheets, the pure white bear named Snowpea, the pure white window blinds, It’s like preparing for death. I’d succumb to being weak. Frailty taking over a faint body, sinking into I don’t know where. Neither did I care, is it the abyss of despair? Why bother? Here, now, fancy names aren’t important. I thought I was a pure white feather drifting down a dark, dark embracing eternity….