I showered quickly and filled my canteen with water. Who knows, if you’re going to hell, water is a good thing to have, right?
There was no symbolic message on my mirror this morning, but my roommate’s scent is not as clean as his personality. I had to flush twice before stepping in for my shower.
After my shower, I dressed quickly and joined the rest of the patients in the outside break area. Most of them were smoking. Thomas was at the door waiting for me.
“No flare-ups lately. Good job, Kev! You’re on the road to recovery!” He patted me on the back.
“That’s what you say.”
“Why, what’s wrong?”
“Just an upsetting dream.”
“Want to tell me about it?”
“No thanks, I’ll work it out in group.” I walked away from him and joined Darc on the bench.
“Dude…how’d you sleep last night?”
“Not too fucking well.” He lit up and we both started looking at the clouds.
Want to tell me about it?
It was a little disturbing.
Why, what happened?
I was communicating like this.
Yeah…?
I got a pretty unsettling message.
What was it?
Well, I was told I was going to go on a trip.
Sounds like fun.
Not if you’re going to this place.
Oh, hell, huh?
“C’mon, man. Now come on…” I looked at him with weary eyes. He stared back at me and then turned his head forward again. He took a slow puff on his cigarette and then dropped it to the ground. He got up, stamped out his cigarette, and started walking toward the door. I just sat there with my head in my hands.
“Come on, Kev! Its not over yet!” He motioned for me to follow him. I got up from the bench and walked through the patio doors as Thomas closed them behind me.
“I can see who wears the pants in this relationship,” said Thomas. I glared at him, but then he broke in to a wide smile.
“Ya gotta know who your friends are, Kev. Let’s go get some breakfast.” He patted me on the back and we walked toward the breakfast area.
There was no symbolic message on my mirror this morning, but my roommate’s scent is not as clean as his personality. I had to flush twice before stepping in for my shower.
After my shower, I dressed quickly and joined the rest of the patients in the outside break area. Most of them were smoking. Thomas was at the door waiting for me.
“No flare-ups lately. Good job, Kev! You’re on the road to recovery!” He patted me on the back.
“That’s what you say.”
“Why, what’s wrong?”
“Just an upsetting dream.”
“Want to tell me about it?”
“No thanks, I’ll work it out in group.” I walked away from him and joined Darc on the bench.
“Dude…how’d you sleep last night?”
“Not too fucking well.” He lit up and we both started looking at the clouds.
Want to tell me about it?
It was a little disturbing.
Why, what happened?
I was communicating like this.
Yeah…?
I got a pretty unsettling message.
What was it?
Well, I was told I was going to go on a trip.
Sounds like fun.
Not if you’re going to this place.
Oh, hell, huh?
“C’mon, man. Now come on…” I looked at him with weary eyes. He stared back at me and then turned his head forward again. He took a slow puff on his cigarette and then dropped it to the ground. He got up, stamped out his cigarette, and started walking toward the door. I just sat there with my head in my hands.
“Come on, Kev! Its not over yet!” He motioned for me to follow him. I got up from the bench and walked through the patio doors as Thomas closed them behind me.
“I can see who wears the pants in this relationship,” said Thomas. I glared at him, but then he broke in to a wide smile.
“Ya gotta know who your friends are, Kev. Let’s go get some breakfast.” He patted me on the back and we walked toward the breakfast area.