Girl in a Coma, Pt 3
"I found a job, you see," I tell her.
Our morning ritual has become an easy one. I no longer try to convince her to come out of her coma and she remains a quiet, peaceful confidante. Gone are entreaties to return to this world. Instead, I fill the silence with my clumsy words.
"It's a good job. They like me well enough and they pay me more than enough to get by. I have an apartment." I shrug, then, suddenly embarrassed. "I've gotten used to always having someone around. Not having friends or someone like them is surprisingly lonely."
Our morning ritual has become an easy one. I no longer try to convince her to come out of her coma and she remains a quiet, peaceful confidante. Gone are entreaties to return to this world. Instead, I fill the silence with my clumsy words.
"It's a good job. They like me well enough and they pay me more than enough to get by. I have an apartment." I shrug, then, suddenly embarrassed. "I've gotten used to always having someone around. Not having friends or someone like them is surprisingly lonely."