white 2006-06-13 8:34 a.m.


I was in a bed of white sheets... smelling of bleach and pity... floor wax and forced air.

I was tired... I was scared... it was dark... and I called out. No one's name in particular - just out...

I sat up to see the door in the darkness... hoping for a shape to save me...

I saw nothing but the night in the hallway... could smell nothing but the sheets.

I couldn't breathe.


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