I woke with a start, my ancient heart shuttering in protest; knowing that today will be that day. The morning sunrise had simply shattered the window in my tiny room, covering every exposed surface in broken glass. My old color blind eyes staring at the faces and figures on the ceiling. The light filled room sculpted their emotionless faces with sharp lines and deep shadows. They shook their heads at me mocking me with their empty eyes and closed fists, daring me to retaliate, to get up. I glared at them in response and watching as they took in the shattered window and the orange kissed light filling the room, reflecting off the glass strewn all over the room.
Slowly, painfully I obeyed moving my old wrinkled body off the rickety metal framed bed. Grasping the wall drenched in sticky notes of every size, shape and color for support as I stumbled and limped to the bathroom. Gently closing the sliding door, I turned to the marble topped sink neatly organized with bottles of pill, lotions and various hygiene products. I took a deep breathe as the cool water tiles gently lapped at my feet and slowly turned to the pills on the counter, trying to remember which one Bessie said to take every morning. A wave of panic shot through me, now which one was it?