Helen opened the door this morning after I knocked.
"Come on in, baby!" she said. "What's wrong?"
"I'm stir crazy and lonely," I told her. "I thought I would speak to mom awhile."
Mom was in the bed and sleeping. I kissed her on cheek and her eyes fluttered open.
"What are you doing?" she asked sleepily.
"I just needed your company," I replied.
I sat down with my dad's cat Macy. She was curled up on a towel in the chair. I began talking to mom after my fears, wants, and desires until I realized she had fallen asleep again. I smiled.
"Love you," I told her as I kissed her again, but she didn't hear it.
I drove home and and am now talking to Maggie. Maggie is like the best therapist. She never disagrees, or gives advise. She's always a comfort. I took my two Klonopin from last night and settled into the couch for a long morning of watching TV. At least, I have the comfort of the very same hosts at ShopNBC that are all on everyday. I have come to look at them as friends.