I think my nurse is actually Pinky.
She wears pink, you know.
But who is Pinky, really?
Just a fictional character in my enormous dream,
who rejected Linkyshire and moved away.
Anyway, she came to my room today.
She had many things to do.
I couldn’t follow it.
I’m prepped for another month of rest.
Maybe I just want her to be Pinky because…
Or maybe I just miss Linkyshire.
Miss Nurse told me that my re-fab did not go as planned.
But I don’t know why.
I guess you always hope for more.
It’s something about my brainwaves.
Maybe I can help them get better.
I mean they’re my brainwaves, right?
Or are they? Whose brainwaves do you think they could be?
It’s probably brainwave interference from the room next door.
Miss Nurse and Doctor Armapple are my best friends ever.
Miss Nurse said my recuperative sleep was over.
It lasted a month which isn’t unusual.
It was a nice, healthful, programmed sleep, she said.
She is great. She always wears pink.
And it was a great sleep.
I remember parts of a dream I had.
I’m going to write it down.
I remember a town.
It’s name was Linkyshire.
I think that’s a great name for a town.