Walking dry.

How it feels to be dry, walking bare in the sun.  Every mirage I see is a mirage of you.  As I cool in the twilight, taste the salt on my skin.  --The Blood, The Cure.

 I'd taken my cannula off for a break for an hour or so.  My nostrils are bleeding dry.  I'm sick of the tag along tank.  My lips turned blue during conversation today.  Bunny looked stunned, then sad.  He kissed my forehead and said nothing after I reluctantly put it back on. 

 I said, I thought I could go without.  

 He again said nothing but his look said, obviously, you cannot.  And so we both hung our heads in frustration.