"Isabella are you ok?" The nurse ask as she passes around trays to the other patients in the room.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I lie and say. I've been lying a lot lately although I don't won't to.
"Ok, just checking in on ya!" She says with a small smile and goes about her day.
A lot of people have been just "checking in on me."
I wonder if anyone checks for him.
I roll my wheelchair to the window next to two elderly patients playing chess.
As I look outside I see a black feather flowing in the wind.
Is this a sign? That maybe I'll dance again!
I wondered,but that sweet sweet thought was interrupted as I looked down to see I have no legs.
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Black swan
Fantasy"A dancer dies first-once when they stop dancing and the first one is more painful."- Martha Graham.
