08-13-2016, 05:54 PM
The girl everyone called Daiyu stumbled through her morning routine with half-lidded eyes. She'd brushed her midnight black hair to a soft sheen, scrubbed her teeth gleaming, and dressed in the standard uniform of all the patients. She was just another body among the slab of gray sweats walking the corridors. Scrubs occasionally punctuated the monotone masses, and with the streak of color suddenly injected into her periphery, Daiyu's eyes darted to follow. Always to be disappointed.
The walk came after breakfast. The air prickled her face with chill, so contrasting from the dry, heavy air of the ward.
In a daze, she found the recreation room to meet her doctor. So many doctors. This one was but another white coat among dozens. How could she help where the others didn't?
Mara didn't care.
Slippers dragging heavy on the floor, Daiyu sat along the window, chin propped on her hand and stared lazily outside. The sun made slits of her eyes she squeezed them so tight.
Falling. . . .
. . . falling
She jerked upright when her chin fell from its perch.
"I fell asleep didn't I?"
She asked with a fresher face, even after the micronap.
They once thought her narcoleptic, but all signs suggested something else. Neither did she respond well to the medication for narcolepsy. Stimulants were something to avoid in general. When writing her books, she consumed caffeine by the liter. Stronger herbs came next. Pharmaceuticals last.
Eyes roaming to the bookshelf, they grazed the spines. Her books were always absent. Had she even written them? It seemed like a different life when she had.
"Did you read my book yet?"
She turned her gaze back to the doctor. She'd promised she would. So many new stories to compose. Mara collected more every night like pets.
The walk came after breakfast. The air prickled her face with chill, so contrasting from the dry, heavy air of the ward.
In a daze, she found the recreation room to meet her doctor. So many doctors. This one was but another white coat among dozens. How could she help where the others didn't?
Mara didn't care.
Slippers dragging heavy on the floor, Daiyu sat along the window, chin propped on her hand and stared lazily outside. The sun made slits of her eyes she squeezed them so tight.
Falling. . . .
. . . falling
She jerked upright when her chin fell from its perch.
"I fell asleep didn't I?"
She asked with a fresher face, even after the micronap.
They once thought her narcoleptic, but all signs suggested something else. Neither did she respond well to the medication for narcolepsy. Stimulants were something to avoid in general. When writing her books, she consumed caffeine by the liter. Stronger herbs came next. Pharmaceuticals last.
Eyes roaming to the bookshelf, they grazed the spines. Her books were always absent. Had she even written them? It seemed like a different life when she had.
"Did you read my book yet?"
She turned her gaze back to the doctor. She'd promised she would. So many new stories to compose. Mara collected more every night like pets.
"Come, mistress"