I am dreaming. I see a fish, it bubbles and disovles. I see my torso wrapped in cotton and tied with thick leather binds that force me into place. I see a women, not attractive, not ugly, in a nurses outfit. I see myself and I'm ill, I'm gaunt and tired and beaten. My binds are gone and so is my nurse. I don't leave the bed, i lie there and wait
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