The dayroom

Dear God, are you kidding me?

The day room had been freshly painted but did little to hide the years of torment scrawled into the walls by the current and former residents of this particular institution. At some point, the walls had been painted in a cheerful yellow, as evidenced by the paint chips that clung to the edges of the barred windows as is in search of the last remnants of the days light. In one corner of the room, a television had been bolted to the wall, up high and out of reach of the patients. It was encased in a wire cage that could only be accessed by one of the nurses on-duty. Today, one of the nurses, standing on a folding metal chair was attempting to wash the feces off of the television screen but only succeeded in smearing it more. I took a secret delight, as I’m sure we all did…

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