I’ve always wanted my own room. Growing up, my siblings didn’t allow me that, and sharing not just toys with them, but beds, made a bit … bitter over time. The aspect of my own world, my own room, was enticing. So, when I finally got my own, it felt like Christmas morning. Only, there were no presents. It was a subtle difference from what I had always imagined, but still my own room all the while. A bit sterile, but it had a bed, a bathroom, and food service. I wished my brothers were here to see it, so I could tell them, hey, look, I finally got my own room! But they were long gone, and I soon would be too.

I was my own executor, and would tell the nurse to disconnect the plug this evening. Maybe after that, I’ll have an even nicer room.