2Getting into bed was the opposite of an out-of-body experience. My flannel sheets, my feathered pillow, my Hello Kitty comforter that I planned to soon replace.
My whole body relaxed from the ordeal of the mountains. I was clean. I was warm. I fell into a deep sleep and dreamed of spinach salads and strawberry lemonade and Javi.
But as I woke up in the morning, I began to cry, remembering that I would not be seeing Skye again, at least not on this planet.
You can get all romantic about life and death on the top of a mountain, but in the end, I was still minus a friend.
