March 14
Bed. Dresser. Shelf. Closet. Trunk. Chair. This is my room. Regretfully it's morning. March 14. Wish it was my day off.
Computer. Desk. Pencil. Files. Cabinet. Clock. The day just keeps getting better and better.
Table. Chair. Burger. Fries. Drink. Napkin. Milkshake. My lunch at a simple fast food restaurant. A fairly cheap meal.
Water. Boat. Dock. Fish. Clouds. Sun. Trees. Road. Car. Calm, yet somehow boring. Maybe work was better.
Step. Water. Falling. Rocks. Blood. Darkness. My vision fails when I hit the ground.
Beeping. Grey. Television. Clock. Radio. Nurse. Doctor. Both speaking in fast hushed tones. Can't hear too well. Pain in my head and lungs.
Bed. Dresser. Shelf. Closet. Trunk. Chair. Back in my room. Just a dream. That's a relief. A brief glance at my phone.
March 14