The White Room
JOE GIBSON FLOATED. The narrow white bed was a warm, easy cloud. The narrow white room was a protective heaven. Nothing could get to him and nothing could hurt him. The shot that Nurse Lopez had given him had fully kicked in and ended the pain, the confusion, and the puzzlement. The Dating Game was showing on the TV, but Joe Gibson didn't give a damn.
"Bachelorette Number Three, if you were an animal, what land of animal would you be?"
Best of all, the shot cut him loose from the dreams. Almost from the moment that the thing had started, sleep had quite literally become a nightmare.
"I think I'd be a white fuzzy rabbit so you just couldn't resist picking me up and cuddling me."
It had started that first night on Greene Street with the dream that all but totaled his mind…