Nana’s eyelids flutter open. She raises her head.
“I have to go, they’re here for me.”
I look around. Empty room. “Who’s here, Nana?”
She frowns. “Papa and Samuel. Don’t you see them?”
“No one’s there, Nana.”
But she sighs, gazing off into the vacant corner.
Suddenly, she gasps, “Samuel is so young!”
I take her hand, stroke her thumb. “Nana!?”
“Are you going now?”
She collapses, sinking into the bed, dwindling somehow. I guess so.
“What’s it like?”
Her dimple appears, disappears. “Gravity.”
Her face is exultant. When it relaxes, I watch her light leave with two others.