Chapter 135 - A Comfortable Position

The alarm sounded. I was already awake. The thing continued to chirp in the darkness. I called softly. And again. She stirred, turning it off. I lay waiting. Nothing happened. I called again. "I'm in a comfortable spot" she said, "I can't find my torch." Then "I'm reaching the wrong way. And I can't move." I touched once the lamp on my bedside cupboard. In the glow I saw her bulk resting on her left elbow, facing away from me, in her bed. She was quite still, no tremors, just there, as she often says "stuck". I placed my arm under her knees and gently pivoted her around on her bottom until her legs were over the side of the bed. In the same mould as she lay on the bed, so she sat on the side of the bed, softly frozen into shape. She was too close to the edge, so I pushed her knees to slide her bottom backwards on the new quilted satin sheeting recently bought on-line. I sat down on my bed. Now capable of movement, she reached down for her shoes, slipped her feet into them and stood. Not very steadily to be sure, somewhat stooped, then her legs immobile in bed a few seconds before, moved her across the floor, out the door to the toilet. I think to myself that there must be a form of tilt sensor built into her, one that switches off the muscles in her body from the hips down, once she is in a horizontal position. Shortly after, she returned, took her 6am pills and clambered back into bed, using her "kneeling on knees" method until once into the centre of her bed, she topples sideways, there to stay. Very slowly she pulls the bedclothes over herself. I turn off my light, lay awake in the darkness for awhile then rise, bothered at being unable to sleep.