Yet it’s more solid than ever.
I realized how lucky I was the moment I woke up from a deep, induced sleep, at the hospital bed.
There they stood.
My two favorite people.
I saw them beside me.
Holding my hand.
Their smile comforted me.
I was not alone in this.
People disappeared from my life.
People tend to do that.
In the end, you’re lucky to be near a person or two.
Who will hold your hand when you wake up.
With whom you are safe, even in the dream world.