Her eyes closed, as she nestles under the blanket and falls deeper into sleep. A faint smile lights her face as peace descends on the house, and she rests within the calm. Her laboured breathing falls into a steady rhythm, and before she begins her gentle dreams she lifts an unspoken word of thanks to God for friends, and her protection under God's sheltering wing.<<<<<says "Ok, I'll take a case of it then." as he drapes her in a warm blanket and turns off the tv. Listens as she goes on about killing the bugs and how the literary rate is down among the bugs as he turns off some of her light. Sneaks out her side as he leaves this note on her table that says "I hope you feel better. If you need anything, more Buckley's or whatever, feel free to get a hold of me."

