Looking out the lone window, I see an ornament on the leaf-stripped tree. With other ornaments, they were a beautiful sight dancing in the breeze reminding me of days gone by.
Now I can hardly move but sometime I thrash in my sleep, ending up with my legs hanging off the bed. Nurses are nice, check occasionally.
I’m alone. The last of my family and peers. A stranger owns my old home. No stage here for dancing.
Seems I have a kind visitor in the night who invites me to go to a new home. I refuse. I’ll hang on.
Written for 100-word picture prompt hosted by Rochelle at https://rochellewisoff.com/
PHOTO PROMPT© Na’ama Yehuda תודה חברה שלי
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