Adelaide

“Mrs. Fitzgerald.”

My eyelids were so heavy, so incredibly thick. Yet I knew the voice. I concentrated on opening them. Slowly at first, I allowed just a slit of light. It was there, the world beyond my closed eyes. I blinked once and then twice.

Light blue walls. White trim. Monitors and beeps.

I blinked again.

“Praise the Lord! Mrs. Fitzgerald. You going to open those eyes today?”

My lids fluttered as she came into view. ...