Afraid of Sleep

Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart rate monitor chirped out a persistent, annoying, rise-at-dawn bird that needed David’s missile to the head. Smash, thud. One less giant nuisance of a noise. Why was I thinking this way? I don’t hate birds. But I do hate hospitals. And yet here I am. Uncalled-for but present. Inhaling ammonia…

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Mistaken Identity

For being Death Row, the hallway didn’t smell all that bad (thanks in part to me and in part to my condemned cohorts who, despite being allies of anarchy in the eyes of the law, kept their final residences in a state of cleanliness that would make any non-cat-lady spinster smile). I say cohorts but…

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