Chapter - 4 - Doodling is to Room, As Big Machine is to Sleep.

The lady comes up to me. Today her hair is different.
It is straight, instead of curly.
She talks to get my attention, so I look at her.
She is making sleeping motions.
I am tired, we've been walking around all day.
But I want to doodle.

I look for pencil and paper.
I see the doctors clipboard with papers and a pen.
I walk up to it.
I pick up the pen and make drawing motions.
She smiles at me, as if I completed and passed a very hard test.
She leaves the room. I think she is going to get me paper and pencil.
I am happy so I smile.

"You like drawing?" The doctor says.
I look at him blankly.
He does the drawing motion with his pen.
I smile and nod my head, like they do.
He smiles back.
"You are doing a good job."
He sounded happy so I smile again.

The lady with the straight hair comes back.
She's got paper and pencil.
I am thrilled again.
She shows me that after I am done
doodling, I have to sleep.
So I nod. I am proud of myself.
I feel smarter.  Like them.

I doodle the room.
I draw the lady in the room with me.
I am laying on the bed
When she woke me up this morning.

But I draw that I have hair like her.
And a face like her.
And skin like her
Because I don't look good bald.
I want to look like the lady.
Because she looks smart.
And pretty.
I love the lady.
She takes care of me.

I didn't have enough room to draw the big machine.
Because it's so big!
But I remember all the other things in the room.
And they are all nice colorful things.
I color in everything as I remembered.
When I was done, I showed it to her.

She looked very surprised and happy.
So I was very happy too.
I think she likes it.
I promised her I would go to bed afterwards.
So I go the way back we came from to the room.
She follows me. And stops me.

"Where are you going?"
She asks.
I point to the picture I drew for her.
"You can't possibly remember where to go,
you've only been here for a day. Your room is not that close."
I think she is upset about something. So I grab her hand
and lead her the way she lead me when I was upset.

We get to the room.
She's got an astonished look on her face.
Like I'm a hero.
I feel nice that she thinks that.
But I am not a hero.

She looks very very happy.
Happier than the first day she saw me.
I think she likes me more.
I think she loves me.
I'm happy she loves me because I love her too.

I feel the familiar surface of the ground of the room
like the first day.
It feels comfy.
I am happy to get into bed, I can watch the people in
the big machine until I fall asleep.