Also, I have not edited this in any way since the last edit date on the file: 11/22/2003. I know the too many commas (I still have a problem with this, I just love them sooo much) and the too many "had"s etc. can make for a painful read. Too bad.
The dimly lit room was painted a
fleshy color, one that had always made me nauseous. I could
hear a dripping sound coming from the corner of my 7x7 foot box, and I hoped the bucket put there to catch the falling liquid had
not overflowed. I stumbled over to the bucket and sure enough, water was gushing over
the edge, reminding me of an open wound. My food
landed in the puddle nearby, and any sense of balance I had was lost as I crashed to the hard, unsympathetic ground. A deep groan escaped me as I lie there, writhing in pain.
The light bulb flickered,
threatening to go out. Sighing, I rolled
onto my stomach and rancorously pulled my knees inward toward my chest. Then, biting my bottom lip to contain the yells, I pushed my weight off the deathly cold
floor with my arms. Gingerly, I crawled over to my bed, limping as if I was a hunting dog
injured during the chase.
When I reached the bed, I paused to
gaze upon my place of respite. Four
pieces of plywood, here because they were rejected by any standard
of acceptable lumber, formed my mattress.
On top of this mattress rested two wool blankets; one to keep me from freezing to death during the night, and the other to
prevent slivers in various locations. Sadly
enough, I had experienced some of these slivers in places that shouldn’t be mentioned. The
pillow was only a thin cotton one, but the smell of freshly cleaned linen found its way to me and I smiled. I hoisted myself up to this resting-place,
and buried my face in the pillow. My head pulsated in agony, for the fall had
worsened my headache. But soon I
found myself drifting to sleep, and any sleep light as it may be, was welcomed warmly.
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