early morning one in pyscodelic hospital.

 

she couldnt make herself get up for breakfast.
she had finally drifted into a light sleep
her eyes squeezed tight she begged not to be driven into consciousness by the sounds of the nurses in the hall.
she wanted a shower so bad.
she wanted her morning smoke and orange.
but she knew she would not have that couple for awhile.
she didnt know if this would drive her mad.
the sheets were itchy under her. and crinkled from th plastic under every time she moved.
she was freezing.
in the middle of the night she had wrapped up in a ball under her sweater for extra warmth but it hardly helped.
when she finally gave up trying to sleep and hush her screaming stomach the breakfast tray was gone.
she would have to wait until lunch.
so instead she signed up for a shower.
as she picked up her paper bag of clothes her mom left her she was greatly disapointed.
none of this had fit her properly for about a year.
and she had no soap shampoo brush hairband or conditioner.
as she stood in the cold limp shower all she had was the waxy pale green soapshamppoo mix.
it left her hair feeling dirty and waxy
like she washed with a melted crayon
th cheap kind not crayola
as she sat back on her bed she felt alone and out of place.
although her roomates seemed ok she could not find the woords to speak.
evevn when they joked and conversed with her all she could manage was a half smile and three worded answers that barely came above a whisper.
so she turned to the wall and closed her eyes to wait for group.