and at night
T he sounds of night in the hospital ward are nothing like those I've heard before and as I lay awake while all others try to sleep in the emptiness of my transparent room I seem to detect the noises of those that are no more, their sighs and sobs, their laughs, their screams.. float in the air within my glass confine and as the nurse in front of me checks her watch for the time unaware of what goes on all around, the sad presences that everywhere abound cross the boundaries of time and come to... Sign in to see full entry.