To gaze upon a sunflower,
is to look at a smile full of joy.
To behold a field of sunflowers,
is like the laughter of happy children
painted by Mother Nature.
That seductive lull of not doing.
She tricked me with her innocence and helplessness. Eyes closed, face relaxed and peaceful as her calm, rhythmic breath took the tension out of my body, and I smiled, seeing her there, sleeping.
Clutched in her hand was my notebook, full of ideas, thoughts, and other things meant to distract me. The room was warm, and the light was soft and peaceful. It was quiet.
She possessed an X-ray gaze and spoke in a nonsense tongue that made people very angry. They hated how she looked at them; it was unsettling. On the inside, she was already an abomination, so they admitted her.
Patient 29 now lived in a white box. She was slowly recovering from a laryngectomy. Her eyes had been scooped out of her head, and they severed her spine so that she would not injure herself. Feeding tubes and catheters kept her healthy.
Once a day, a priest would come and give her religion. They said it would rehabilitate her soul.