We were boarding the plane, it’s my first time in an air plane. “It’s a lot smaller than in the movies” I said to myself, we got to our seats “34 B” I was sitting in the island seat settling my stuff and readying for take off! As the plane was taking off butterflies were bursting inside my stomach I muffled my giggles because people were trying to sleep. Eventually I settled down and ordered a coke after I was done with my drink I went fast asleep and poof I was in sunny California! But it wasn’t sunny because it was nighttime...😅
Fifteen beds. Fifteen charts with names, Fifteen people without a family tree. Fifteen bodies for whom torture is medicine and pills. Beds over which the crimson blood of ages spills. Fifteen bodies that want to live here. Thirty eyes seeking quietness. Bald heads that gape from out of the prison. The holiness of the suffering, which is none of my business. The loveliness of the air, which day after day Smells of strangeness and carbolic. The nurses that carry thermometers Mothers who grope after a smile. Food is such a luxury here. A long, long night, and a brief day. But anyway, I don't want to leave The lighted rooms and the burning checks, Nurses who leave behind them only a shadow To help the little sufferers. I'd like to stay here, a small patient, Waiting the doctor's daily round, Until, after a long, long time, I'd be well again. Then I'd like to live And go back home again.
You need to add more to your story. I'm left curious as to where you're going, who you're going with, why you're going, and how the airplane ride went...
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