Twenty-Two
With these HandsThe white door slid open; an echoed whoosh engulfed the room. Disjointed memories interrupted quiet thoughts, and I squeezed my eyelids shut and shook my head. Reality and dreams blended, and I could not tell the difference between them anymore. I blamed the injections, and every day I slipped further away from reality and deeper into a perpetual dream
Soft blankets wrapped around me, protecting like a cocoon. I snuggled into their comfort, and my body sunk into the mattress. My eyes fluttered open to the white room, and from the safety of my bed I gazed at the open door.
A figure stepped across the threshold. A baggy white suit covered the visitor from head to toe and hid the shape and form of the body it covered. I rose from my bed. My feet slapped on the t
