It eases me.
I press myself into the touch.
Into the blue-gray.
I wake up to see my sister crying.
She presses the bracelet into my hand. I stare at her.
She puts it on my arms, the one without the wires.
I’m the Noah who drowns.
I write her that and she cries a lot, as I stare at her, feeling my eyelids drop.
I’ll sink in their tears.
I want the gray blue.
I tell her that.
She doesn’t understand and takes it the other way round.
I see her destroying machines which plump liquid into my body. But she doesn’t. The nurse walks in.
When will I see the blue gray?
You should be Noah’s chosen. The other. The one who-
Floats on the gray blue. The one who-
Day Twenty Seven