I wake up, my mouth feels dry. I think a day has passed since I was last awake. The white of the room is frightening, its walls seem to breathe with every breath I take. I try to speak, and words come out. “Hey you bitch, I need water, bring me some water!” There’s a sound from the corner of the room and she appears above me. I stare at her and she stares back at me. I hate her lips, I hate her eyes as she moves the cup over me. The water soaks my tongue, brings me another day, I hate her and myself for giving it to me. Then there’s a prick in my arm.

I wake up, my mouth feels dry. I think a day has passed since I was last awake. The white of the room is frightening, its walls seem to breathe with every breath I take. I try to speak, and words come out. “Hey you, I need water, bring me some fuck’en water god dammit!” There’s a sound from the corner of the room and she appears above me. I stare at her and she stares back at me. I hate her face, I hate her smile as she moves the cup over me. The water pours over my face, bringing me another day, I hate myself for asking for it. Then there’s a prick in my arm.

I wake up, my mouth feels like sandpaper. I think a day has passed since I was last awake. The white of the room is frightening, its walls seem to breathe with every breath I take. I try to speak, and words come out. “Hey, hey, I need water, I’m dying here, please.” There’s a sound from the corner of the room and she appears above me. I stare at her and she stares back at me. I hate her face, I hate her smile as she moves the cup over me. The water pours right into my mouth, I almost choke on it. I wish I did. I hate myself for asking for it. Then there’s a prick in my arm.

I wake up, my mouth feels like dry. I think a day has passed since I was last awake. The white of the room is frightening, its walls seem to breathe with every breath I take. I try to speak, and words come out. “Hello, is anyone there, are you there, I need water. Please, I don’t want to die in here.” There’s a sound from the corner of the room and a cup appears above me. I stare at the plastic and my reflection stares back at me. I hate my face, I hate the way the cup morphs it. The water pours right into my mouth, I drink. Then there’s a prick in my arm.

I wake up, my mouth feels dry. I think a day has passed since I was last awake. The white of the room is frightening, its walls seem to breathe with every breath I take. I try to speak, and words come out. “Hey you, I need water, bring me water please.” I hope for a sound from the corner of the room where she will appear, but she doesn’t come. I hate her for not coming, I close my eyes, but the white room stays. I try to picture their faces, but all is white. This is what it must be like to be blind, I hope this isn’t. Then there’s a prick in my arm. I drift to sleep, with a thirst.

I wake up, my mouth feels parched. I think a day has passed since I was last awake. The white of the room is frightening, its walls seem to breathe with every breath I take. I try to speak, and words come out. “Hello, are you there? I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I need water please come back, I’m sorry okay?” I hate the words that come out of my mouth, but my thirst, my want to live, the want I didn’t know I had, takes over. Hours pass, or I think they do. I stare at the white ceiling, with eyes closed or eyes open. Then there’s a prick in my arm.

I wake up, my mouth feels like gravel. I think a day has passed since I was last awake. The white of the room is frightening, its walls seem to breathe with every breath I take. I try to speak, and words come out. “Edna, dear, are you there? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that, please I need water, please!” There’s a sound from the corner of the room and she appears above me. I stare at her and she stares back at me. I am happy to see her face and her smile as she moves the cup over me. Though I hate myself for it. The water pours over my face, bringing me another day. Then there’s a prick in my arm.

I wake up, my mouth feels dry. I think a day has passed since I last saw her. The white of the room is frightening, its walls seem to breathe with every breath I take. I try to speak, and words come out. “I miss you, please come back, I need you, you know that, I know that now. Hello? I’m sorry.”  I listen for a sound in the corner, but there isn’t one. I cry, I feel the tears run down my face. Then there’s a prick in my arm.

I wake up, my mouth feels dry. I think a day has passed since I last saw her. The white of the room is frightening, its walls seem to breathe with every breath I take. I try to speak, and words come out. “Please, come back to me, I didn’t mean anything, I was dumb, I’m dumb, ok. You’re my everything, please!” There’s a sound in the corner of the room. She looks at me, right into my eyes, I try to smile, I think she knew I was trying to smile. The water pours into my mouth, she gives me another day. Then there’s a prick in my arm.

I wake up, my mouth feels arid. It feels like forever since I have seen her, I miss her. The white of the room is welcoming, its walls seem to breathe for me like I breathe for her. I try to speak, and words come out. “I love you, please come back, I miss you, please.” She doesn’t hear me, so I yell again. “Please, I miss you, I miss you!” I listen in the corner, but I hear nothing. Then there’s a prick in my arm.

I wake up, I miss her. I try to speak, nothing but coughs and apologizes come out. There’s a sound that comes from the corner of the room. Her beautiful wonderful face appears above me. She gives me water, not because she has to, but because she can. I drink her love down when I feel a prick in my arm. The weight of me changes, I feel lighter. She brushes my gross hair from my forehead as she gives me water. I couldn’t remember a time I have ever seen anything as beautiful. “You know I picked you for a reason right baby?” I smile, I think I really smiled, I nod my head. “Yes dear, you’re my special thing.” I feel my fingers moves, I want to touch her face, her throat, but I don’t remember why, though. My fingers slide to her throat, she flinches. “Sorry.” I say. “It’s alright dear.” She says as she moves her arm under mine to sit me up. “Eat this, I made it for you.” She hands me a bowl of food, I look down at it, then her. “For me, you made this for me, really?” I ask. She gives me a nod, I eat the food, I’m not sure what it was, but she’s such a good cook.