"He's okay"
No, I was not. But my lips couldn't make it out. It was clearly in this submerged sea of thoughts; wasted ones that took my breath away in exhaustion.
"Does this come often to him? Ah...it does....mm...dehydration.....reduce beverages......take these pills...he will be alright"
These words, like broken stones now and then, found their way to my pinna, serving me the supper for today's lecture from him.
Soon the door closed and my eyes softly open.
"Awake, Little Travis?"
"Stop"
I pulled myself up, a bit dizzy but quite in true mindset, and walked to the dinner table and set down for some lunch.
"You're not fine"
'I'm"
The IV tube was anyway following me.
Slowly looking at the little tiny bits of the pizza servings, toppled with apples, an old cliche I liked, my e
