Sweet Dreams.
"sweet dreams little child. sweet dreams if you have them" said the elderly woman as she closed the door to the room, the air was still and musty in the room, all was quiet. the night flew by, all was quiet.
the sun was now creeping its way up in the sky, as the door creaked its way open. the slender figure of the elderly woman could be seen through the light in the door. no face. just a figure. "good morning child. here are your clothes and breakfast." she bent down and placed the items on the floor. the door closes. all was quiet. the morning flew by, all was quiet.
The sun had slipped its way into it's highest point now, as the door slid its way open. the slender figure of the elderly woman could be seen through the light in the door. no face. just a figure. "Good afternoon child. why didnt you eat your breakfast? get dressed child. here is your lunch, child." she bent down and placed the lunch tray on top of the breakfast tray. the door closes. all was quiet. the afternoon flew by, all was quiet.
The sun and the moon were equal now, as the door silently opened. the slender figure of the elderly woman could be seen through the light in the door. no face. just a figure. "It's dusk now child, you haven't eaten your lunch, your breakfast, and you have not been dressed yet. here is your dinner. now get dressed, child." she bent down and placed the dinner tray on top of the lunch tray. the door closes. all was quiet. dusk flew by, all was quiet.
The night air was cold. rigid. the elderly woman peeked her face into the room and said "sweet dreams child. sweet dreams if you can have them" and the door rattled shut. all was quiet. the night flew by, all was quiet.
The morning has come. no elderly woman. the afternoon as come. no elderly woman. the door slams open, beating against the wall, light floods the room. two figures step in, immediately they're hit with the aroma. the sight is grim. the young girl lay chained to the bed. her face pale. dried blood flowing down her arms from a cut in each of her wrists had pooled up on the bed beside her on both sides. used syringes littered the floor, and trays of rotten food lined the walls. the elderly woman had gone to much trouble, the two figures left the room for a moment. soon they returned. a third figure was with them, a familiar figures. the elderly woman. the two figures stood in shock as the elderly woman chanted to herself "sweet dreams child. sweet dreams if you can have them" the night dragged on, all was quiet. all was peaceful.
the sun was now creeping its way up in the sky, as the door creaked its way open. the slender figure of the elderly woman could be seen through the light in the door. no face. just a figure. "good morning child. here are your clothes and breakfast." she bent down and placed the items on the floor. the door closes. all was quiet. the morning flew by, all was quiet.
The sun had slipped its way into it's highest point now, as the door slid its way open. the slender figure of the elderly woman could be seen through the light in the door. no face. just a figure. "Good afternoon child. why didnt you eat your breakfast? get dressed child. here is your lunch, child." she bent down and placed the lunch tray on top of the breakfast tray. the door closes. all was quiet. the afternoon flew by, all was quiet.
The sun and the moon were equal now, as the door silently opened. the slender figure of the elderly woman could be seen through the light in the door. no face. just a figure. "It's dusk now child, you haven't eaten your lunch, your breakfast, and you have not been dressed yet. here is your dinner. now get dressed, child." she bent down and placed the dinner tray on top of the lunch tray. the door closes. all was quiet. dusk flew by, all was quiet.
The night air was cold. rigid. the elderly woman peeked her face into the room and said "sweet dreams child. sweet dreams if you can have them" and the door rattled shut. all was quiet. the night flew by, all was quiet.
The morning has come. no elderly woman. the afternoon as come. no elderly woman. the door slams open, beating against the wall, light floods the room. two figures step in, immediately they're hit with the aroma. the sight is grim. the young girl lay chained to the bed. her face pale. dried blood flowing down her arms from a cut in each of her wrists had pooled up on the bed beside her on both sides. used syringes littered the floor, and trays of rotten food lined the walls. the elderly woman had gone to much trouble, the two figures left the room for a moment. soon they returned. a third figure was with them, a familiar figures. the elderly woman. the two figures stood in shock as the elderly woman chanted to herself "sweet dreams child. sweet dreams if you can have them" the night dragged on, all was quiet. all was peaceful.