Lions In the Dresser Drawer

Is your ceiling rolling? I sigh. She is eighty-eight. On pain pills. Maybe hallucinating. No Mom. Yes, it is, she insists. Okay, Mom. Is that man coming today? What man? The one I saw yesterday. I sigh. Is it the pills Or something worse? Oh, boy! She yells. She is staring at the dresser. Let him out! She commands me. I walk over to the dresser. This one? I ask, hovering my hand over a drawer. I have to purge lions out of this drawer twice yesterday.