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my room

After medication it was time for bed. I went to my room with my new pencil and pad in my right hand. When I opened my room the bed was made up with a pillow this time. A new light bulb was put in so the room was brighter than before.

I had put down my pad and pencil and sat in the office chair. Which I guess was my office chair now.

I hate that I have to say that this is my room. My bed. My chair. My desk. My life.

I didn't want it to be. I guess I just have to deal with it.