Do you want to party and stuff after the lights out?
No. No, I'd like to sleep, please, I love my brand new sleeping thing so much.
Okay then. Here's your night pill.
Night.
A glimpse of light.
Psst, hey!
What? It's night, isn't it?
Yes, yes.
I see a shift nurse near my bed.
Come, come, I got you something in the canteen.
My roommate and I reluctantly get out of our beds. bed. Our third roommate was yet to display the ability to perceive the world and be awake.
Dumb, I thought. I told you earlier I wanted to sleep, didn't I.
But here they were, the treasures of Atlantis, the wealth of the Persians, gifts of Shakespeare's elves.
One 7Up bottle.
A small paper plate with soggy french fries.
A plastic box of vinaigrette bought in Auchan near the hospital.
One gulp of the lime anti-Christmas spirit.
Good night.
Have fun with celebrating whatever you can here.
YOU ARE READING
12th Unit Stories
Non-FictionWhat happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Whatever happens in a psych hospital lingers in your head for an awhile. Do not expect horror asylum stories. Those are actually quite the opposite of my notes. Love your doctors. do no harm. don't drink coffee...
