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…