I
hear the sound of the ticking clock in my head.

I hear his voice tell me it will be okay.

I feel my eyelids close over my dry, damaged eyes, and pain relief wash over
me.

I can't wait for the end of the day to come.

I will remember you always, even if

I don't really know who you are.

I don't see the beginning or the end, for you block my view with your crooked
smile and sparkling eyes.

I am distracted for a moment.

I can hear all of them speak to me this time, and the sound of their voices
tell me they love everything about me.

I look desperately in your direction, hoping, yet trying not to seem like

I am. You look away.

I don't believe them. Or

I do.

I can't tell.

I wish

I could, but

I can't.

I feel cold, but my thoughts tell me

I am warm.

At least

I know that

I love them, and

I am so glad they love me back.