Rambling - POTD

Rambling across the grassy flowering meadow, She felt like walking on air, as she flipped off her shoes, She ran across, feeling the dewy fresh morning grass, All dotted with a kaleidoscope of colourful wildflowers. She came down to the rivulet, her favourite place. Instinctively she looked into the water just to see Her face floating on the surface, a lovely smiling face No wrinkles, no defects, not even a nevus to mar it all up. Her lover sat down near her, showing her the food he brought. She had not thought of eating and pulling him down She kissed him full on his inviting lips, her Adonis. Love was her food, her only food, as she felt the burn in her. At last satiated, she laid down and put her head on his lap Dreaming incredible scenes of luxurious, and joyful love. 8 0 8 Two doctors were discussing her case. They looked at the old badly wrinkled woman lying on the bed, immovable. “Only that machine is keeping her alive. Irreversible Coma. No next of kin, single and all alone. Look, do you detect a smile on her face? Even her ECG is barely showing signs of being alive.” “It seems as if she’s dreaming.” The other one shrugged. “It’s not for us to decide. The Hospital Lords will decide who will switch her off, rest assured.” “Let’s go for a drink. We need one.” Rambling along the long corridors, they found a hospital canteen, ordered their drinks, and rested at a table on comfortable chairs,