FELT LIKE PEACE

My father was admitted to the hospital.
And after days of caring for him,
watching the drip, the beeping machines,
I started to wonder
what if I were the one in the bed?
Just once.
No responsibilities.
No one to care for.
Just sleep
deep, uninterrupted sleep,
with soft monitors
humming like a lullaby.
Why does that thought feel
like comfort instead of fear?
Why does this sterile place
feel quieter than anywhere else?
Why do I feel more seen here,
even as a shadow?