Hall of Infinite Doors
You fall face-first onto the bed. Your stomach at first complains of the swift movement, but settles as you sink into sleep. You're surprised to find that you're actually very tired - your exhaustion seemed to lurk behind your waking senses, ready to pounce as soon as you closed your eyes.
And now they're closed...
... zzfphm...
bell somewhere high above robed man leaning down "she's almost ready" cold fingers quiet voice the Cross above you golden and gigantic
An angry buzz bursts into your room, the herald to your opening door. A plump, pretty hispanic woman is there, the bulky form of a taller male orderly behind her. The hour or so seemed to slip by uncommonly fast, and as she leads you from your room and down the fluorescent-lit white hallway it seems to take forever for you to wake completely.
And now they're closed...
... zzfphm...
bell somewhere high above robed man leaning down "she's almost ready" cold fingers quiet voice the Cross above you golden and gigantic
An angry buzz bursts into your room, the herald to your opening door. A plump, pretty hispanic woman is there, the bulky form of a taller male orderly behind her. The hour or so seemed to slip by uncommonly fast, and as she leads you from your room and down the fluorescent-lit white hallway it seems to take forever for you to wake completely.