The bed is soft against my back, and the only thing I know how to do is raise and lower it. I do that about twenty times before my mom tells at me to stop otherwise I'll break it. I look up at my family members; my grandma, my aunt, my nephew, my sisters and brother-in law, my uncle, my mom and step dad. They seem so far away. I feel confined into a tiny space which is this bed, bars on each side of me. I'm in prison. A television hangs 5 feet away, the picture clear but the words are mute. The nurse comes in to check my blood pressure and the room falls silent. She reaches over the bars and my arm goes limp. I hold my mom's hand through the railing and she squeezes it.
Somehow I feel safe though, like if I leave this bed something monstrous will get me. But I have to go to the bathroom, they have given me too many fluids. The nurse lowers the railing and I slide slowly out of bed. The bed sinks in and I have to use every muscle in my body to climb out of the black hole. I become dizzy but I move slowly and close my eyes.
After I go to the bathroom I stand next to my bed. How do I get back down? I turn and just fall, hoping that the bed catches me. It does, and I'm back at square one. Back to the pity and the torment of the bed. The nurse covers me up with the thin blanket hanging over the side, it's cold threads slapping me on the arms. I ask for another, more warm, blanket. She comes back with a blanket that has been heated, and I sink down in the bed, wiggling side-to-side, snuggling into my two pillows. The noise becomes loud again when the nurse leaves and I am now tired. I bring my mom over to the bed and tell her that all of the people and noise is making me sleepy. As she kicks everyone out, my eye lids slowly shut for a few minutes and I am back in my bed at home. This is all a nightmare, I am not really here. But when I open my eyes and turn on Cars 2, I know that I'm stuck in this hell for just one more day.
