As the figure behind the drape layed there, I began to wonder. Who is this person? Lying so still. There was water everywhere. I had to hold myself up from slipping. It was spewing over and down the hall. Down the stairs. It was discolored. My hand trembled grabbing for the wet curtain. At last, I threw back the curtain and I was shocked at what I seen. She was lying there peacefully. She had a smile on her face. A simple, elegant smile. Her hair was long and black. There were a couple of wet strans laying across her face. I bent over the side and wiped them away. I caressed her cheek and said, I’m happy at last. I am free.