We had to move the bed to the second floor. Closer to the essentials: bathroom, kitchen, less stairs. It was what I needed. I called it: "my emergency room". But I no longer need it. I no longer want it. I have no room for it. Not in my house. Not in my head. Let it fade. Like a bad dream. Wake up. It is over now. Wash the sheets. Make the bed. The night is over. The sun is out. Upstairs.
