Nineteen
Clarence snored himself awake, but slowly drifted back into dreamland.
The bed seemed hard. He rolled to his side, but couldn’t quite make it all the way over. Maybe the other side would be more comfortable, but something stopped him, restricted him.
Lisha must have played a joke on him and put up his side rails. She could be very sneaky when she wanted to be.
He chuckled. Lisha was never quiet except when she wanted to play a trick on him.
He blinked his eyes open, knowing she was standing over him, that toothy grin wide and an ornery quip to start his day right. He’d follow with his own and the banter would take off from there. Carol usually rolled the med cart by in the hall and would come in to join them. She always just laughed with them, because no one bantered like Lis
