She thought (in)dependence
was an ugly word, entirely
inappropriate. She did
not depend on anyone,
anything.
The pills were just a
convenience, kept for
those (often) ‘just in case’
times when sleep was
elusive, pain easily found.
Family, friends, watched,
silent,
as she continued
to rumple her life like the
restless bed she never
made.
Imogen Cunningham (Photo credit: rocor)
Awakened Words 
I love your ending, especially this: “as she continued to rumple her life”
how sad.I love the way you worded this lovely imagery.