“There we were, suspended in time, waiting for someone to tell us our future. So much space pulsed between each of us, negative repelling negative. This was my couch and that was her corner and that was her recliner and that was her patch of carpet. I was afraid to start a conversation with anyone, afraid of their pain making my own heavier. I assumed they were afraid of me and my pain, too. So there we sat, islands within an island.”
Book:Alive Day: A Memoir