Midnight and she appears in the dark hallway
Skin and bone, drenched
"I spilled my water" she offers flatly, dazed
"You didn't have any water"
She stares at me. Confused. Seemingly processing.
Wobbling her way into fresh dry bottoms
And launching into incoherent ramblings
Speaking in nonsensical code and half truths:
My wee mock drunkard.
and more than slightly stunned.
Not surprised when the meter said hello
Or more rudely: HI
And so she sits, half naked
Dog tag collar stark contrast to her small frame
Chugging water feverishly
Pulls the blanket over her peach fuzzed shoulders
Topels over to her side, seemingly folds in on herself
Waiting for her fix to peak and bring her down.
Blood sugars, that is.
Thanks be to God for insulin.