Cindy was going home for Christmas this year, she was sure of it. She dressed in her old heavy coat, pulled on her hat, and rummaged around in her drawer 'til she found some warm gloves.
"You aren't going nowhere, honey, none of us are," chided her roommate Belle, laughing as she shuffled off down the hall toward the dayroom on their ward.
Ignoring Belle's words, Cindy stretched out on her bed to rest for a bit before leaving. Closing her eyes, she remembered snow falling thick all around her and bright colored lights strung in the windows, so many years ago that she'd long since lost count.
Her mind floating gently on the sweetness of Christmas, Cindy's mouth curved into a beautiful smile as she drew one last breath and slipped quietly away from her body, heading for home.
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