{DESIRE}
I stare at the ceiling and follow the movement of the fan, round and round and round. The clock slowly ticks and seconds pass.
"Aarrgh! This place is so boring." I pull my hair. I turn my gaze to my side, at the busy life outside my window. I'm stuck here while life moves on.
It's like I'm stuck in limbo, everything is so slow. I'm sick of these white walls, the white ceiling, the white tiles, the white bedsheets, even the fan is white. Not a splash of colour, whoever thought this design concept would be therapeutic was dead wrong. It looks like a f*****g mental institution in here and it's driving me nuts. I've been here for three days already, I don't know what they're still keeping me for. I feel perfectly fine. Everything here is crappy, the food is crappy, the drugs are e
