Eyes sticky with dreams, blinking in the darkness
There’s the door, a window, white walls
Where?

Someone next to me, breathing in the stillness
A girl – my sister?
Who?

Thoughts coalescing like raindrops on a window
Who am I?
Where is mom?
No
When am I?
I am mom
The girl—my daughter

The droplets gliding forward
Seamlessly
Skipping decades
Smeared over time
Coming to focus here and now

The taste of the girl that exists no more
Still in my mind