Daniel was sitting on the side of the bed rubbing his eyes when Emma entered his hospital room. “Oh, Emma!” he called out, getting to his feet and then immediately sitting back on the bed.

“You okay?” Emma said, hurrying to him.

“I’m so happy to see you,” Daniel said, “but maybe a little wozzy. I had this weird dream.”

He started to stand again, but Emma pushed him back and sat beside him.

“So tell me about your weird dream.”

“Probably the meds,” Daniel said. “I dreamed I was outside in the middle of nowhere with my walker, wearing this silly gown and those silly pink slippers.” He pointed to the footwear which sat upon a chair. “And I nearly tripped over this mushroom. It was growing out of some rocks, and I thought maybe I should pick it so it wouldn’t be a hazard for anyone else who came along, not that there was anyone anywhere around to come along. It was just me. And when I started to bend over to pick the mushroom, I woke up. You know, it probably wasn’t the meds; it was probably the mushroom soup they keep feeding me.”