"Aye, aye.....wake up!', nudging and more nudging that eventually materialise to raspy cold fingers on my feet. Where am I? Who are you? Aiyeeee!
'Ki holo' ?
Oh it's you! Get back to bed, this isn't the time to be waking me up!
"But I don't want to go to bed, I want to go out. And you are the one who takes me out. Wake up!"
Firm hand on her shoulders, her tiny frame under my unstable morning swagger, I lead her out of the room, resisting temptation to shut my door on her trembling innocent face.
"It isn't time to go out there yet and I need to sleep sweetheart. Let's talk when I wake up fully!"
"But you do this whenever I come to you. I don't want to get back into my bed!"
"Tough luck! Here you are". I tuck her in beneath the sheets that loom large over her . Her watery large eyes look back at me with disappointment and confusion.
Confusion. That's what prevails over her mind more than disappointment.
She's lost in a time warp, imagining herself to be in a house and amidst people who do not exist.
I am not even a member of her real family and yet my heart reaches out to her.
She's 79. She has Alzheimers.
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