Minutes blurred into each other as I drifted in and out of consciousness, the hours slipping by unnoticed. My senses were like it under the water, dull and distant, but oddly I was content in it.
I needed the time to recuperate, and I didn’t mind the quiet.
The creak of the door announced the time as Charlie made sure to stop by thrice daily to check up on me—always at the same time.
On some occasions he came alone, but other times he came with his friends—well, now mine—and their chatter filled the quiet space.
I remind myself to smile every once in a while, even while I tune myself from their conversion, my mind merely a shadow in their presence.
I cherished the chatter as it distracted me from the chaos in my mind and filled me with warmth, but once the door shut, the demons came,
