Grandmother illusion. Is it her?

Why do I see illusions at night? Are they crying? Are they here to protect me? Are they here to harm me? Try to make me happy? Keep me alive? Kill me slowly? I finally sat on my bed for the first time in forever. Now I don't want to leave. Not at all. I don't even want to get up from my bed. Maybe the illusion is my grandmother. Sweet, beautiful grandmother. I think she wants me to come with her. Maybe I will.