Feeling like my feet are in quicksand. Knot in my stomach. I had a friend say, it is like a bad dream that you can’t wake up from. Watching my mother decline . Her staring out the window. Asking questions with no answers. Why are there pictures in the tv.? I don’t know. Why did theyshoot people in Boston? I don’t know. Always questions. Trying to be back in control. I would love to feel in control. Watching a movie and know after the two hours the lights will come on and I can walk out into the sun.