replacethexanax - There She Sits...

 It's beautiful - there she sits, indian-style on the bed.  Smiling and laughing, she is so silly.  She has absolutely no idea what has happened to her.  She is completely oblivious to her surroundings and can't see the extent of tubes and wires and holes.  She is lovely, she is glowing.  Her laughter - a love song.  Her smile - a spring time breeze blowing through the trees.  She is so small and so young.  There she sits, indian-style on the bed.

The chit-chat and the movie quotes are endless.  The laughter - oh the laughter.  It is amazing how we can be laughing at the same things over and over for years!  And yet, she's still got not one clue - not one hint of what her body has been through.  She's completely unaware of the busy people around her.  She is tuned out to the world of beeping and despair.  She sees not other families coming in and out of the area with somber faces and tear-stained cheeks.  She can't recognize the white lab coats, the stethoscopes, and the name tags.  She is in a world completely free from all of this - there she sits, indian style on the bed.

There is not one second that passes that she even realizes that it is not her own lungs sustaining her.  Not one moment passes that she can actually grasp the severity of her reality.  She is laughing about something now - something she and my Dad are carrying on about.  They are off on one of their tangents again.  In a world all their own.  I've seen it, I've even been there several times myself.  We have our own little world as well.  Although we are not there at this moment, it is a place so familar.  I love that world.  It is in that world I want to stay.  And yet still, she's got no idea.  There she sits, indian-style on the bed.  

The words, the reports, the sounds, the machines - none are existant in her world.  Everything is just as it should be, and she is still laughing...there she sits, indian-style on the bed.

....my dream last night.