Second Night and Day of Sleep

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing!?” Bea cries out as I remove her fleece blanket.

“I have to change your pants."

“I'm cold. Leave me alone!”

"You’ve been sleeping all day. Now please roll over. I need for you to roll over.”

“Push me,” she says in a dull voice. No vigor today.

I cannot help but be moved at Bea’s emaciated body. Her hips protrude. Her legs are like broomsticks. I am reminded of concentration camp victims, during World War II. How very thin she has become ...