Also...

I'd like someone to read to me. Some comforting children's book would be best. Nothing funny, laughing hurts, something sweet but not so sweet that it might make me cry. A story like a warm, not too tight embrace with a cool hand on my forehead, that's what I want.

The taste of St. Joseph's Baby Asprin fading on my tongue as the feeling of sleep washes over me and carries me into the darkness of unknowing.

Hmmm. Pretty.