Room 213
Through the bars of my second-story window I saw him. At first he was only a strange shadow lurking behind the big oak. Slowly over time he revealed more of himself. Then yesterday without warning he suddenly stepped from behind the massive trunk, his bottomless black eyes staring menacingly through greasy, unkempt bangs. Then all was dark. I awoke to the bright white light of the padded room. I couldn’t tear my mind from those eyes. I craved them like a wino craves a bottle, guts wrenching and mind whirling. Then after my daily injection I awoke back in my room. After gathering my wits I clumsily gain my feet. I slowly stagger towards the window. My heart pounding like a war drum drowning out any chance of outside sound and… he is there! As his eyes lock on mine I feel the cold chill of Auschwitz, the warm embrace of a beautiful woman, a mother’s love for her newborn and hatred in its purest form. I feel all of everything; pure, whole and almighty. I writhe against the restraint of my jacket, pressing my face against the Plexiglas so hard my nose begins to bleed, but it is a minor wave in a sea of sensation. I uncontrollably orgasm as my mind becomes clear and mitigated. Beautiful colors fill my vision. As the smell of mountain wildflowers embraces me I hear soft surf lapping over warm sand. All fades to darkness as I drift into extinction.