There’s laughter in the hallway
just outside my door
It’s dark in here where I lay
blankets piled high to keep me warm
Beeps and whistles sound
throughout the tortuous night
A stick while I lay sleeping
wakes my slumber every two hours
A platter of food arrives
unappetizing and dry
The cooking worse than mine
even on a tv dinner night
Close my eyes and dream
of warm sand and lapping waves
The sound of seagulls as they hunt
for scraps of food or errant crabs
Instead of the smell of antiseptic
a salty breeze clears my nose
In my dreams I’m there with you
and not laying here all alone
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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