keylimepie
There was something pulsingly cool about the room. It wreaked of chrome and an edge of health. There were surgeons needles and strange instruments on the tray beside my bed and I could feel a choking pain rising up in me. There was nothing to do but pray that the women walking around in their seafoam green nurses uniform were as kind as children's stories would lead me to believe.
There's a giant blue tent filled with pale figures creating balancing acts on rope, elephants, friendly exchanges in mid-air. The lions are roaring at the ringmaster as he slaps the cages and smiles