� 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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