Day 6: Pink=Pinky

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.

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Day 4: Brainwave Interference

Miss Nurse told me that my re-fab did not go as planned.

I’m chagrinned.

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.

Day 2: Dr. Armapple

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.