Pretty little girl, long dark hair, perhaps 27, appears at bedside, two a.m. She had cared for me when I was on her wing. She wore a red woolen winter coat and a grey scarf around her neck.
"Just got off shift and wanted to say 'Hi' before I go home."
"Hi. Thanks. I appreciate the visit."
"You are looking really good!"
And there it is. I have grandchildren older than she; I am lying on my back staring up from the sheet tucked around my neck; just awake from three-hour sleep.
It must be the lighting, muted as it is filtering in from the open door.