The vision

by the crazy insanist   May 10, 2005


I found myself wrapped in a blanket in a large room. For safety and security reasons, the windows were very high and small. Few rays of light came through the window. This made it easier to see things in the area. However, I could only see a few feet in front of me. The walls were mattresses. Wounded people were in the room. They had on bandages. At hand was only a set of bunk beds. There was a bed for all of us. Even the Get well balloons and flowers weren’t giving the room life. Gloomy moans and groans were in the air. All turned blurry, and then everything turned black.

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