10: Refreshing
“All my life I have endeavored to avoid the Asylum of Dreams. Of course, it’s possible I could be there right now.”~ Patient #3325
The interior of the hospital was slightly less foreboding than the outside. There were no jagged fences or imposing pillars, no other staff either as far as Frank could see. In spite of the somewhat grey and drab wall paper, with the same series of four black squares printed over and over again, the chairs, side tables, and assorted furniture that populated the hallway looked plush and luxurious. Passing under the crimson and gold streams of fabric criss-crossing overhead, Frank could see closed doors marked "patient room #-" or "treatment theatre" but no patients or nurses ever came out of those doors. No doctors crowding around a gurney carry
