"And how are we today Miss?"The light billowed into the small room. It's softness draped around thefigure of the old woman, enveloping her in a feeling of reassurance. She was alive. She was breathing."Taking it one day at a time." She whispered to herself, not realizing the answer fit the doctors inquire. It was simply a mantra she repeated each dayshe woke to the suns rays.Of course at her age she knew her time would come, but she never did give up hope that god would gift her one, last miracle. She was a true believer.He had a beautiful smile. Strange, considering he was surrounded by death. She got lost in thought staring through the window planes, watching the sun light make rainbows.He knew what she wanted to hear, and it pained him to not have the wordsshe wanted. "No luck today, Miss. I really am sorry."The woman slowly turned back towards her doctor. She tried to smile, tolet him know she was okay, but it was a half hearted attempt and he saw right through it. It was sad and it was unfair. He wished he could take away the pain that wasn't physical too.He sympathetically patted her leg and rose to make his exit. "I'll checkon you later, sweetie."The day passed like any other. She'd gaze out the window waiting. Then she'd stare at the walls in her small room, watching the shadows dance. She'd stare so long the shadows would start to form pictures, stories, even memories.She wouldn't daydream though. Daydreams were dangerous because they'd make her wish for things she could never have. So she would relive instead. Go over all the lazy Tuesday afternoons, the family Dinners, even the bumps in the road along the way. It was the closest she came to happiness, in a long time.It was night now and her walls were empty. There were no pictures. Justa wall of black staring at her instead. She felt as empty as the wall.With a soft knock the doctor made his presence known. She looked at himexpectantly, with the kind of hope you would see in a child's bright eyes. He dreaded his answer."Still No visitors today, Miss," he struggled for the right thing to say, "Maybe tomorrow?""Yes. Maybe tomorrow." She didn't believe the words anymore than the doctor did. He went off to finish his rounds and she was alone again.Her eyes started to feel heavy. She had done all she could think of. Nowshe was tired of waiting.She would be lying if she said she wasn't afraid anymore.She thought when you died there would be a sudden rush of warmth, of peacefulness. She felt nothing but the cold trail the tears left down her witheredcheeks. Her eyes closed regretfully, their last sight was the empty chair next to her bed.Some die surrounded by their closest loved ones, with whispered goodbyesin their ears.Some die looking for a hand to hold.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Please let me know what you think? This was written in about 15 minutes.I know more time should be spent on it but its not supposed to be a novel. I like short stories because they can capture a moment so well. I write what comes to mind and I would love some general feedback!