Six Sentence Sunday
Her eyes remained closed, but no doubt existed as to her whereabouts. The now familiar odors of disinfectant and sickness assailed her as she surfaced from the darkness. The steady beep, beep, beep of the machines, the hurried footsteps of the nurses, and the groans and complaints of the other patients melded together into a roar of background noise. She shied away from reality, allowing herself to sink back toward the darkness where the pain receded and the memories stilled. Examining thoughts that were sometimes more disturbing than the physical anguish drained her. She welcomed obscurity and the relief it brought.