Wednesday

Wednesday. (483 Words)



It was Wednesday, I had toast for breakfast. It was Wednesday we had arts and crafts after breakfast. We always have arts and crafts on a Wednesday. I had toast for breakfast then I went to arts and crafts because it was Wednesday. I was three fifths of the way down the corridor, the main one that runs from the dining hall, passed our rooms. My room is number one thousand, nine hundred and seventy nine, this is the year I was born and is a prime number made up of two other prime numbers.

It was Wednesday; I had toast for breakfast and was on my way to arts and crafts. I was three fifths of my way down the main corridor when my buckle came undone. I had been asking for new shoes for exactly thirteen days and fourteen hours. My shoes are patent leather, red and look like ladybirds. Coccinella Septempunctata is the Latin name for the common seven spotted ladybird. It was Wednesday; I was three fifths of the way down the main corridor and the buckle broke on my shoe.

It was Wednesday, I had toast for breakfast. I have cognitive behaviour therapy on Tuesdays. I had been asking for new shoes for thirteen days and fourteen hours. It was Wednesday my buckle had broken, I was three fifths of my way down the main corridor. My room number is nine thousand and seventy nine. Coccinella Septempunctata is the Latin name for the common seven spotted ladybird. I tried my breathing exercises. My buckle was broken. It was Wednesday.

It was Wednesday, I had toast for breakfast. I was three fifths of the way down the main corridor. My buckle was broken. Errol came down the corridor behind me. It was Wednesday; Errol was going to arts and crafts. He draws pictures of trees and thinks he knows the secret of life. It was Wednesday, Errol had cornflakes for breakfast and he pretends he doesn't see people. He flinched as I scream at my buckle.

It was Wednesday, I had toast for breakfast. My tears splashed on the tiles. Errol pretends he didn't hear. My buckle is broken, I had toast for breakfast. I have been here for five hundred and forty nine days. Thirteen thousand, one hundred and twenty three hours.  I want to go home. They said I could go home if I stopped counting. I haven't counted in five hundred and forty three days.

It was Wednesday, I had toast for breakfast. Patients are allowed visitors on Sundays. I haven't had a visitor in four hundred and sixty nine days. We are allowed one new pair of shoes every year. My buckle is broken. Errol's family visits him every week. His wife cries about the mortgage payments. All he ever says is that it doesn't mean anything.

 He's wrong everything means something. 

It was Wednesday.

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