The Madonna
They must have given me something for sleep. My last memory was Madonnas, filled with tears in their eyes. Madonnas?
When I awoke, the lights were out and the door was closed. I could hear voices in the hallway but couldn’t make out what they were saying. I could feel my naked skin as it rubbed against the scratchy sheets. I started to get out of the bed, but I discovered that I was restrained by the side rails.