I lie in the hospital. For the first time in my life I had to put a cliché. I proposed to do it myself, but the nurse showed me the door of the room where this mystery was to take place.
The view of this room threw me into great horror: without doors and windows, the paint on the walls has long evaporated, on the ceiling a light bulb, an old ripped couch.
But most importantly - the wall near the couch, covered with an ancient cafeteria tiles. Most of the plates were no longer there.
Apparently the procedure is so sadistic that previous patients broke it with their nails, or teeth, maybe more.
And the afterlife voice of the nurse from behind: “Go, what got up, let’s start right away, I’m ready.”
Half of life passed before my eyes.