A Room With a View

Soon a sea of white coats will storm the cold and sterile room.

The harsh white light beats down upon me from above,

Leaving me to see only floating stars and black spots dancing around as I desperately try to force my eyes to focus.

Like the roaring waves of a hurricane ravaged sea my heart pounds against my chest. I think it may burst under the force.

I hear a voice now, still blinded by the overhead light.

The voice tells me to count back from ten and slips a mask over my face. I hate the mask. I can’t count. I panic.

And then

the light is gone

the voices are gone

the mask is gone

the panic is gone

and I am

At Peace

Dreaming of waking from this unnatural sleep

Pain Free.

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