Second Night and Day of Sleep
“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 ...