Though it had only been a few days, I couldn't help but feel as though the room I had been enclosed in and my relationship with it was nothing short of ancient. I had waited quietly for the foot steps behind my door to vanish before sitting up and gathering the objects on my night stand in my lap.
A playing Card
The tarot card from the old woman
and now a vase of blue specked roses.
What did it all mean?
I spent the rest of the night pondering. How could I be dreaming of all of these things and who was the man in my dreams? It seemed pretty obvious, I had seen the guy who carried me to my room that night and began trying to process who he was via dreams. Or was I?
It felt too familiar, his hair and voice, the way he floated across the floor. I let the thoughts flush over me until I was afraid I might drown in them. I was just ready to get out of the room and out to see Robert.
I sat in my bed watching the night turn to day through the window, waiting to be told it was time to leave. When the nurse finally did enter the room to discharge me she looked me up and down wearily.
"Are you sure you're feeling alright enough to go home? You look very tired."
The very thought of staying another night made my veins freeze over. "I think I would just do a lot better in my own bed." I smiled to seem genuine but in reality, I did feel awful.
The nurse left for a few minutes to finish paper work and came back in holding a box. "Someone left these for you, I think they are clothes since your others are a mess from the accident."
She handed the box to me gently and left to allow me to change.
The box was light but rather large. It was white and covered in pink hearts and diamonds. Cautiously I pulled the lid free and peered inside.
The contents were neatly folded and consisted of white skinny jeans, a pink scarf, and a light brown knit sweater. It wasn't something I would normally be seen in but the material was soft and not to mention still intact so I threw them on and threw my old clothes in a bag. Realizing how much of a nightmare my last few days in the hospital had been I left the items that had slowly collected on my side table behind so that I would not be reminded.
Walking out of the hospital I felt free at last, I took a bus home trying to think of what I would say when I got to see Robert. I felt a strange pulling feeling in my stomach as if something was very wrong still. But it was no use, I needed to wait till he was allowed visitors other than family.
That night as I showered in my own bathroom, between lathers I felt as if I was being watched. With my eyes closed and soapy water running down my face I felt something brush against my back. I jerked and swiped my hand down my skin and in horror watched as
a black spider fell to the ground and was rushed by the water down the drain.
