I sneak by the room where you sit in your favorite chair – I don’t know if you’re sleeping.

I don’t want you to see I’ve been crying. Again.

I step carefully over the plastic tube that gives you oxygen.

It’s a lifeline and a snare – keeping you trapped, letting you breath.

I brush my teeth and get ready for bed.

Keeping my game face on.

Listening to the oxygen pump with its rhythmic heartbeat, strangely soothing.

[post 33 in the #blogg100 challenge]