Sleepy

3pm Sound asleep on bed with shoes off.

I sit and wait for him to stir, and after maybe 10 minutes he comes around.  "Hi Bernie."
"Hi."

He can't sustain a conversation and drops back to sleep.  In a bit he rouses.

I offer a walk and he objects and drifts off again.

I offer him his watch and he puts it on then says, "Can I have a paper and pen, I want to send you something."  He then proceeds to write my address and assures me that he will send something.

He drifts off again. A little later he asks if I have an envelope and stamp.  "No, but I'll post whatever you wish." "Ok, then." And gone again. 

He may have been drifting in and out of a dream, but he was not alert nor saw any reason to be.

The physical therapist arrives for the scheduled work and Bernie tries to talk his way out of therapy, to no avail.  "See you tomorrow Bernie," I say.  He offers a firm and sure handshake.