OF MANY MATTERS
In the mornings, here, as I arise,
before others, it's very quiet. The
hallways at 5am are dim). I get
tended to throughout the night,
with changed IV's, etc. Then,
about 6am, (and there are things
about this do NOT like), the old
people stir. Their thankless TV's
are off by then, and long before).
I've already gotten to know the
voices by hearing. Oddball old
female chatterers, who make the
rounds waking the others up. I
keep my own doors closed,
since my day-one here, to keep
out the chatter. But these
so-simple voices drive me
batty. 'Good morning! What
will you be wearing today!'
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A gold-mine of contested sanity.
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