Helen checked on me for the last time in the middle of the night, left my door open. She trusted me. After she left, I dramatically removed the bedspread to reveal that I had my clothes on already. I was clever that way. Nothing else was going with me. Every one of my possessions would remain as they were, they would only lack an owner. I said GOODBYE! to the bed I slept in for years. A bed that I had twisted and turned on top of and thought thoughts I didn't want to think anymore. I made the bed, I respected the bed that provided me with rest when the voices were asleep.
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