And Then It Was Twilight

I played music. Quietly. My room is a place where they can hear-doesn’t matter. I played a video game. I feel like I won. My room is the only place. Then I stepped outside, and there they were. I wrote a book that day. Doesn’t matter. When they took me to the hospital. That place was a little full. They gave me a bed, and a cup of water. There wasn’t much writing fodder. They wake us up early for breakfast. Two days since having a shower have past. I don’t count the days, only the frights. Twilight is when you wake up to being covered in mites. I used to play music in my room. Then it was twilight.