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Post by oz1 on Jan 7, 2013 23:06:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/25q5aw8.png]Two hours.
He had two hours of free time before he was to be ushered back into his hell hole of a room to spend the night staring up at the ceiling like he normally does. He was surprised they hadn't diagnosed him with insomnia yet with how little sleep he got. Then again, there was a reason for his lack of sleep. It wasn't an overactive mind or whatever it was normally from. Okay, well, he might just have an overactive imagination at times, but it wasn't his fault! It was that... It was His fault. It was--wait a minute. He was going down rabbit trails in his own mind. He shouldn't think much on the subject, either, because he might start having day terrors or something. Could he even have one of those during the day? Well, maybe if he took a nap...
There he goes again.
A sigh passed through his nose. He clutched the limp pillow close to his chest, dark eyes staring blankly at the flickering television screen. He was sitting Indian style on one of the worn out cushions of the old couch, dressed in the usual ward garments. Well, actually, he was just in his pajamas. He doesn't really understand why the faculty allowed him to walk around in his pajamas all day, probably hoping he would fall asleep somewhere at some time and not have a heart attack in the middle of his sleep. Not that he would or anything. You just never know these days.
Rabbit trails, Cal!
His slippers rest down on the floor in front of him, discarded for the comfort of the couch. The pillow he was clinging to was the one from his room. He had taken it out since he had nothing else to hold on to with his usual canine plushie having been left at the orphanage last year. He missed that thing. It would be great company in his lonely little room, though the doctors might start thinking he had schizophrenia or something as well. The pillow would have to do for now.
He had two hours to waste his time away, and he chose to do it by staring at the television. It had taken the boy a couple minutes to pick out a movie that didn't seem even the slightest bit scary, but that was pretty easy since not many horror movies were allowed into--oh, he loathed the word--an asylum. So, what did he decide to waste his time on?
Veggie Tales.
Hell. Yes. He didn't have an obvious inner child in the least! What are you talking about?
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