Ain't that just the way it is?

Awake. Wow, it's bright. That pain hasn't gone away I see. She gets up. With difficulty, stretches her legs out to the ground and begins to shuffle towards the door. She only needed to go the toilet because she always needed to go when she got up. She flushed and got up, looking at herself in the mirror. Still gorgeous, she chuckled to herself. That's what Martin always said to her in the morning. He was so sweet, the perfect person to grow old with. She just hoped he was happy now, but she supposed she'd find out soon enough.

She shuffled out to the stairs and made her way down. I wonder what Ireland AM has for me today. I like that fella whatshisname, I'd say he'd make a good husband. The right age for Marie aswell, just her type I'd say. She finally made it to the bottom. She opened the front door, there was the milkman, laying out her two cartons as usual.

"Hiya Mike."
"Oh, high, Mrs. O'Reilly."
"Nice day, isn't it?"
"'Tis, well, busy routes, you know"
"How's the wife? Is she keeping well."
"She's alright, Mrs. O'Reilly."
"And the kids?"
"I better be off now, I'll see you later."
"Are they still in college or are they out?"

He gets in his van and drives off. What a nice young man, I'm sure his wife is lovely. She shuffles in to the television set and flicks it on and sits down. Now, lets see how they're doing today.

The day passes on. She shuffles into the kitchen and gets her lunch. She shuffles back to the television for her soaps. She shuffles back again for dinner, then later up to bed for sleep. She needs a good rest. Asleep.

Awake. Wow, it's bright. That pain hasn't gone away I see.