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I didn't run to his room every morning; I had excuses. It was the nightmares-the holographic oxygen tanks, the forgotten breathing, the unforgettable scenes that drove me to his room with cups of coffee in hand. Noel's room, with its mixed aroma of sandalwood and sweat, framed with cord headphones and fabric-coated swords and background music of meditational chants offered a safe haven.
Whether he knew it or not, he provided me with other excuses for being there. He needed me to wake him up in the morning, needed me to make him his favorite cup of coffee, needed me to find the right granola bar to match the beverage, needed me. O