MEMORIES
Every little detail evoked memories of my time in the hospital. This encompassed everything from the television programs that aired in the hospital to the specific brand of soap that was utilized. It was as if each element served as a poignant reminder of that period. I can vividly recall the early mornings, when I would perch on the edge of my bed, gazing out the window. The sight of cars inching their way through the congested traffic in and out of town filled me with a sense of longing. Envy consumed me as I yearned for a sense of normalcy, free from the shackles of illness. I often found myself daydreaming about the day I would finally be discharged and allowed to return home. Perhaps I would engage in a meticulous observation of the various vehicles – cars, trucks, and buses – passing by, seeking solace in the mundane details to alleviate the monotony of my confinement. At my disposal lay the script of my reality, awaiting the next act to unfold.Every minute detail triggered ...