Hello, Sats
Sats, remember what your New Year's resolution was? You told me you'd use whatever strength you had to get out of the hospital. Of course, if was December 29th that they put you in the hospital and, to be honest, I don't think they were real keen on letting you out. Sometimes, if I remember right, you would scream that they should send you home because that was where you wanted to go and where you wanted to stay.
You hated being in that hospital, of course. I wish I could have just busted your ass out of there but, then again, I would suppose I would have broke you doing that. You seemed like you were made of glass because you were stuck with tubes and whatevers, along with being tied to an EKG and that oxygen tank. Sometimes, the doctors would let you go outside and I would carry you because they kept giving you the one that smelled like pee.
You would let the wind blow through your hair. You told me that it felt nice. That wasn't the only thing that felt nice to you, Sats. You also said the snow did and that it reminded you of sugar. Sats, snow doesn't taste like sugar and I told you that already but, to you, it did. Either way, I guess it tasted better than the water that hospital was giving you.
Sats, was the snow ever sparkly to you?
- 纏 流子
