She really wanted to keep her mind blank. She uselessly tried over and over. Concentrated. No such luck.
All the spinning in her head made her dizzy.
The sobbing never seemed to end and suddenly she remembered the ocean
“smooth, like a glass bell” she muttered.
She remembered a happier day, reading Moby Dick by the pier, watching sailboats as they slowly glided on the blue water.
It was almost as though she could hear the sea gulls .
Dying is nothing-she tought-dying is like dreaming.
Life is but a dream.