You’re a pretty strange sight when you’re laid out in bed. I know you don’t care, because why would you? You don’t see yourself when your eyes are closed. But it bothers me. Especially times like this.

I can hear the TV next door. Cartoons. Something listen to, to kill time. We did the same thing, just listening, back when we used to go on vacation as kids. Because we weren’t allowed to watch the TV in our own room.

I need to wait for them to sleep before I can do anything.

Today wasn’t bad. It could have gone better. But if it wasn’t meant to be perfect, there was never anything we could do. Nothing you could do, for sure.

I still think you would have liked it.

To you - the one who is here with me now - you’re not looking so great. I know, the bed’s not comfortable. I bet you’d rather be left alone. But we have places to be, people to see, so you need to get better soon. Let me help you out.

Hold still now… at least you’re good at that.