I need to get out of this bed. I have to wake up. And then I do. I can still hear the sound of the machines that breathe for me, feed me, and drug me so that I cannot feel what I must not, but the wires are gone and the tube has been removed from my throat. I open my eyes and sit up. I have to tell somebody. I get out of the bed and run to the door, fling it open and rush through, but I fall and land hard on the ground.
wait are you actually up rn??? or are you fucking with me
