There are 130 ceiling tiles in this room. 13 rows of ten. One looks like it might collapse at any minute. It’s barely hanging in there.
I love you, you know. I wish I could express it. You were there for me when the others stopped visiting. My family. My friends. You stuck with me. 11 years together since the accident, Paralyzed but not quite comatose. Just me, you, and 130 ceiling tiles. Have you noticed how many there are? Or are you too busy tending to me?
If three strained blinks could say I love you…
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
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Liam Kerry is a thinking enthusiast with a bad memory. Writing helps him recall his daydreams. An anthology of his microfiction will be available later in 2025.
Wow. This is loaded for me Liam. I am a caregiver to my brother who is paralyzed. He lives in a facility now that we have lost our parents. And I do everything I can to breathe life into his days. It is so hard on all fronts, it's unimaginable. These thoughts will keep me going when I am feeling weary... 💜🦋
I think it's clever to illustrate the dilemma of lying in bed so long as to become aware of how many tiles are in the ceiling.