maryberrie

Chapter 1 The hospital walls were really welcoming: white, plain and open to all imagination. Besides the few pictures of happy strangers enjoying their lives, an impossible thing here, the walls were empty. I stared at it. It stared back at me. I frowned. Can't they make it even just a little more enjoyable in here? Were butterflies and flowers just too much? At least throw in some polka-dots here and there. Even the window, that faced another wall outside, brought no happiness. Then I heard it, a knock at the door. It surprised me. How long had it been since I had heard any sound besides my bed sheets or the nurse? I pranced to the door a