Telephone poles and streetlights streak past as I stare up from my bed on the car seat. Dad is driving fast. Mom has her hand on me, patting.
We stop; they fling the door open, haul me onto a gurney. The hospital doors whoosh open as they wheel me in.
Laurie is a retirement wannabe who enjoys petting dogs and admonishing children.
I used to be in a hurry. I wished for the weekend, for my vacation, for Christmas. I “wasted” time with mindless television and naps.
Since the diagnosis, I treasure every moment and feel cheated by boredom.
I’m awake for my life; I resent lost moments.
It’s time to retire.
Laurie loves sitting on the couch watching mindless TV and holding hands, especially with a smelly dog in her lap.