It was a Friday when it happened, but I can’t remember the details. When I try to think back it’s blurry. I sit in this hospital room everyday: I eat my meals in this room, I sleep in this room when allowed, and I think and stare and think some more. How is it that I never noticed how much she gave me. She gave me all she had, and now she’s in a coma. # Dreame Writing Marathon—Love Story Contest