Crisp, my aged companion couldn’t sleep.
She woke me shaking my shoulder, which was unusual as she wasn’t a touchy person, and we slept in separate beds.
“I can’t sleep,” she said,” I keep seeing the green gate and its closing on me never opening. I think its some sort of sign.”
“You’re going potty,” I suggested.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she retorted, “I’m as sane as the next person.”
“It’s 3 am.”
“I’m sorry, but that experience with the green gate springing back on me has unsettled me. I feel as though my life is closing in on me.”
“I should be so lucky,” I said as I snuggled down under the blankets hoping to give her the hint I wanted to sleep.
“Move over, I’ll sleep here with you.”
Oh no I thought, she’ll be off to sleep and snoring like a woman possessed in no time.
And she soon was.