How would you keep your best friend alive?

After being physically dead…

There she is. She didn’t return you call this morning, although this is your daily check-in habit, but she is there. You had to call the police to open her door. She is not missing. She is there, laying in her bed. Calm, at peace, almost smiling. You can smell the shampoo she washed her hair last night before going to bed. Turned to her right side, she is gently hugging a pillow. As the lover she was so anxiously waiting. As the baby she was dreaming to give birth to. Over the white pillow you can’t miss notice them, red and shinning.

Painting her nails red was her fetish, her weekly routine that reminded her she is still attractive, beautiful, still a woman. She started when she was 20 and she was still doing till the very end. You knew exactly when her weekly nail appointment was over the last 10 years you were friends. She wasn’t rescheduling it for any light reason.

You realize you will not hear her voice again, see her smiling, see those red spots moving in the air while she was speaking. Sometimes you were feeling being dazzled, hypnotized while they were moving along her hands.

You have to keep her still living with you. But just having a picture is not enough for you. There is no routine, no habit around it. You can’t have the picture with you all time in all…