The days have turned to routines. The wooden door creaks open every few minutes with doctors in white lab coats or people with worrying looks upon their faces. The blue bag for the linen sits at the head of the bed. The beeping of the IV machines is continuous. The metal lunch tray sits at the head of the bed, untouched. The shrieking crying of the child has succumbed to silence that lingers throughout the elongated hallway. The bright light that surrounded the room has soon darkened. The warm ivory-colored blanket has soon grown cold. The creaking of the wooden door has soon diminished. My sanity is reaching its brink.
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Perceptions
Historia Corta"Humans see what they want to see." ― Rick Riordan Perceptions the concept of being or the process of becoming aware of something through senses.
