Echoes of a Silent Room

I keep thinking about that dream where I visited my friend at the hospital.
The sterile smell, faint beeping of machines, and her tired face linger in my mind.
It’s strange how dreams can feel so real, making me wonder if I really want to see her and what she’s going through.
Sometimes life feels like a constant waiting room—full of unspoken worries and quiet hopes.
Just wishing these feelings would turn into something more tangible someday.