Piper

I could hear the elevator chime.
I could see the wheels of the hospital bed.
I could taste my grandmas lipstick.
I could feel the slippery hand sanitizer.
I could smell the medicine.
I could hear my dads voice.
I could see my reflection on the polished floor.
I could taste my sweat.
I could feel my quickened breath.
I could smell my mums hair.
I could feel my cheeks burning with pride.

By Maia