'Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep!' chanted Mariah in her
head. She had been tossing and turning, not being able to sleep. She looked at
the clock and it read 2 AM.
'AHHH!!!' screamed Mariah in her head. She then sat up and walked
over to the window. Her doctor had given her exactly what he promised. The view
was pretty. In the distance, she could see the beach. It was her favorite place
to be. She loved the beach, the calm peacefulness of it, the way the waves
gently rolled onto the shore. Everytime she wanted to think or just be by
herself, she'd go to the beach. Especially during the sunset. That was what she
loved to do. She went a lot during the time her father had died.
Mariah just sat by the window and stared, wishing she could be out
there. Knowing she couldn't be out there, she got up and walked away from the
window. She knew the longer she stared, the more she wanted to be there.
She stood in the middle of her room, contemplating what to do. She
had an idea. She tiptoed to the door and looked out. No nurses were in sight.
Mariah tiptoed down the hall. She didn't really know what she was looking for,
just felt like exploring a little. Mariah's floor was split into two sections.
She was in the long-term patients side and across from her was the intensive
care unit. Most of the people in there were moved to her side after a while.
Mariah walked over to the intensive care unit and looked around a
bit. The walls had paintings on them, probably trying to create a better
atmosphere. She then remembered Brian, not that she was able to forget about
him for very long. She asked the nurse where he might be.
"I think you should be in bed, young lady," said the
nurse.
"I know," said Mariah. "I just can't sleep. Could
you just tell me which room he's in?"
The nurse eyed Mariah for a minute, then said, "Third door to
your left."
"Thank you!"
The nurse just smiled and went on with her work.
Mariah walked down to Brian's room. His door was slightly opened
and she peeked in. There, lay Brian, with tubes hooked to him and the machine.
She felt so bad for him. She walked in and sat in the chair next to him and
just stared. Memories flooded into her head. Her father.
'Oh Dad I miss you,' she thought, her eyes watering.
After a couple of minutes, she got up and left, thinking that
maybe she should talk to him the next day. She walked back to her room and laid
on her bed thinking about it. She then slowly drifted asleep.