"I'm sorry honey but it's prodical," the nurse whispered as she scrubbed my skin with a wet wash cloth.
"If I'm well enough to almost be out of here, then wouldn't it be plausible to think I'd be well enough to bath myself." My tone was as bitter as I had ever managed.
"After a break down like that, you're lucky to still have the little privacy in just having your own space." She kept her tone extremely calm. " those convulsions were very extreme, I'm surprised you are completely unharmed."
"Yeah I guess," I slid down further into my bed, but the nurse followed me effortlessly.
"And we are done, get some rest darling. You need it"
I rolled over in my bed and pulled the covers over my head, "how embarrassing?" I thought to myself. I knew one thing for certain, I was not going back to sleep. Sleep was a terrible creature with whom I wanted no acquaintance.
With each trip into my subconscious I found myself in terrible situations and heart stopping cliffhangers.
Quietly I looked around the sickeningly familiar four walls that held me in my bed. All my mysterious cards were stacked neatly on the side table with a vase of flowers.
I knew what was there before I even examined the container and closed my eyes bringing my blanket to my chin like a distressed child.
I was going crazy, there was no way this was all real. Was I dying? Was my sanity slipping away from me in my last moments? My face felt hot and I could feel the uncomfortable weight of the blankets that enveloped me.
A knock on the door woke me from my feverous thoughts. I turned on my side and feigned slumber.
The door made a low creaking in protest as it swung open and was lightly closed.
Soft footsteps entered the room and grew closer and closer.
"Good morning star shine, the earth says hello" a sarcastic voice groaned from my back.
"You sure do sleep a lot don't you?" It continued
Frozen in fear I listened to the voice that had inhabited my dreams the last few nights.
A soft hand was set on my shoulder, "won't be long now,
I can't wait to break you."
