Her Next To Me

Cobalt blue on the slope of her shoulder. Prussian blue in the shadows of the cloth, invaginations draping down. Dark doorway, too stark and straight. I'd angle it a little, much more lively that way —

“…tuned out, I think. Not really present. Dr. Green, are you SLEEPY? Would you like to lie DOWN?” She smiles into my face.

I have to respond. OK, I'll nod.…