A Window With A View
The last place you want to be caught is under the bed in a stranger’s bedroom – wearing their intimate clothing no less. A burst of Herculean strength is summoned by the prospect of this uncomfortable danger. Just as the door to the room swings open, you rip open the sticky window and tumble out onto the sun-drenched lawn. Giggling madly, lacy nightgown flapping like a cape in the wind, you run for freedom, buzzing from the minor crime you just committed. Turning corners and hopping fences, you put as much distance as possible between yourself and the crime scene. Panting wildly but certain of safety, you slump to the ground and catch your breath.
Strength restored by a restful slump, you look around to figure out the next move. You’re in a large courtyard filled with lush shrubs and lily capped ponds. A leisurely stroll will surely help gather your wits. Ambling slowly along a well-trodden dirt path, a person wearing a nightgown approaches. “Captain,” she says to you and you nod dismissively.
Presently, another woman passes, also wearing a nightgown. She looks at you intently and loudly proclaims: “POO DING DING POO ON YOU JERK!” While these remarks are certainly strange, you are willing to overlook them considering the previous events of the day and continue on.
Gradually, a large brick building comes into view. There is a large brass plaque off the path reading: Shady Acres Sanitarium. Before there is time to interpret it, you hear a voice from behind, “There you are Mrs. Regina!” A large hand grips your shoulder, gently spinning you around to face two burly men dressed all in white. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you. It’s time for your meds”, says the one on the left.
“Yeah your meds”, says the one on the right.
You stammer some unintelligible objections while each orderly, accustomed to dealing with crazies, casually take an arm and guide you toward the building. “There, there Mrs. Regina,” righty coos, “It’ll all be fine.”
Propelled by two strong men, it feels like riding a gondola through a psychedelic mountain range. A new Mrs. Regina glides gracefully through the insane asylum. While passing, you notice people playing board games and engaged in arts and crafts (which you love). Deposited in front of a nurses’ station, a paper cup of pills is pressed into your hand. “Go ahead Mrs. Regina,” instructs the man holding your left arm, “Bottom’s up!”
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