The Crack

I just spent two days in the hospital and was surprised that it had wooden floors. I thought that was like against hospital laws or something. Just how sterile can you actually get wood?

There was this big trench-like crack in the floor next to my bed. I stared at that crack night and day. I imagined what sorts of nasties might be lurking in that crack waiting to get me. Demerol helped feed my imagination. But the crack was real. We stared at each other day and night.

I think I'm going to go burn the socks I was wearing.