My Grandfather

His face was pale and lifeless, but I was not afraid. I stared into his eyes, holding momies hand. The prayer bar momie knelt at came only to my chin. He had a plaster smile, uncariceristic of is nature. His laughing smile laughs no more, his glasses no longer aid his vision. I wished he'd wake up and put me on his lap. Was the room full? Was it empty? My world did not include them. Grampa's lifeless body lay, forever captsled in time.