Longer than Usual

The world of Madness

Unit

“Caring for psychiatric patients in the community is a fine and noble idea; unless the community itself is a pathological phenomenon.”
Anon.

“Get up” somebody said in my ear.
One eye opened, but my sticky body glued itself tight to the damp mattress and my mind hung in limbo.
“Get up and go” insisted the unpleasant rasping voice.
Reluctantly, I turned over and looked at the alarm clock which seemed strangely large in the half light, and showed luminous green hands at 20 minutes past late. I yawned until my jaw cracked, then pushed my leaden form onto the edge of the bed, where the whole room whirled reassuringly around me.
“Bloody Hell, I’ll never make it to work like this.”
But the room slowly stabilised, and I started to look for my slippers amongst the debris which seemed to have accumulated in the bedroom overnight. There were magazines and newspapers, cuddly toys with impish faces, lots of pillows, and plates of food....

Continued on:

www.abctales.com/story/leo-vine-knight/window-madness-part-two