482. Contraband

A nurse burst in this morning, declaring; ‘it’s time to change your bedcovers!” Those words instill fear in any patient, storing contraband in their pillowcase!

Oh crap, oh crap, OH CRAP! I rolled onto my tummy and began frantically searching. Pillow 1- nope!. Pillow 2-Nope!

Are they under my sheet? Are they in my pockets? Have they fallen down on the floor!

I begin stripping the bed myself. They think I’m being helpful, but I’m not. I’m almost frantic!

Then boom, tucked down the side of my mattress I finally find them.

You can take away my straighteners, you can take away my clothes, you can take away my dignity, and freedom, but you can never take away…………………

My Tweezers!!

Loopy x

Author: insideloopyshead

On paper I have the perfect life, good career, supportive and loving partner and a beautiful little son. But today I want to die. It’s time to set my thoughts free. Come along with my daily mental adventures and gain insight into warped thinking and it’s hazards and maybe support me along the way.

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