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I fell asleep thinking about the strange church service and marveled at the way God works. As I fell asleep, I focused my eyes on the smiling face of that sunflower pillow and smiled.
When I woke up I remembered I hadn't seen Sonny for two days (my days anyway) and felt sure he had been caught and killed. I was filled with a sense of loss and as my tears fell the new aide asked what was wrong.
"It would sure be easy for them to kill me," I thought, as I felt a sedative wash through my body. "One needle full and I'd be gone. Real slick." I mused. "Oh well, if they do away with me, I'll be in a better place. Sonny's probably already there.... waiting for me." With that thought, I drifted off to sleep. The next thing I remember is being taken away for yet another test, an EEG. This scans your brain and shows if there's anything abnormal. A big, friendly black man was putting some goo in my hair and fastening some metal clips about every 1/2-inch all over my head. "I'm being wired for sound," I thought as I imagined how I must look. I listened and understood they were going to test my brain to see if there was any abnormal activity. "Well, I'll fool them," I said to myself, "I'll just make my mind a blank. I'll think of nothing but the color black while they're running the test and it won't show anything." I concentrated real hard and filled my mind with blackness, not letting even one word go through my thoughts... nothing but blackness.... dark nothingness.... "Well, it looks like just what we need," I heard someone say. "She'll be a good subject to work with. You can bring them in now." As I looked up, Sonny walked in! I nearly went into shock! "I thought you were dead!" I exclaimed as I kissed him and put my arms around him. "Where have you been? How did you get away?" I wanted answers and I wanted them quickly. "Nothing happened to me. Everything is going to be fine now. They had to run some tests on you and now everything is fine." Sonny gave me a soft, quick kiss. " We'll talk about everything when we get back to your room. You've gotten through the tests they needed and now they'll know what to do to help you."
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