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Dawn light slithered through the small, high window of my cell. I’d been left in the chair all night. The orderlies didn’t bother moving me. They wheeled me from my cell to the window in the morning, then collected me when the sunset, only to lock me in my cell again. I never left the chair. They also only changed my catheter when the smell was too bad for them to handle.
Strangely enough, it didn’t bother me. Nothing really bothered me anymore. I was removed from it all. It was like watching a movie of someone else’s life being acted out in front of me.
Light played on the wall. The bed that I would probably never sleep in was on my right. It didn’t matter. I never slept anyway. Thanks to the drugs they fed me intravenously, sleep was simply pure unconsciousness.
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