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Another Wild Night

© Kathern Welsh

Troubled sleep drifted in and out and the strange noises seemed to grow louder in the unfamiliar surroundings. The strange new room only flipped a couple of times and I managed to get it set right rather quickly.

I finally felt myself grow more drowsy and hoped I'd fall asleep. My sleep was interrupted by a group of three or four young kids who wanted me to play with them. They were jumping on the beds and asking me to take them somewhere. Next thing I knew we were in some huge building playing hide and seek. We hid, ran, laughed and a great time, until I was exhausted and found myself back in my bed with a lumpy mattress and the kids were gone.

I'm going to see if those other mattresses are any better, I told myself and I was suddenly in each bed, in turn, seemingly just by thinking about being there. I didn't actually get up and walk to the other beds, I would just suddenly be there. That's when I realized that what I was experiencing wasn't real.

As I attempted to think myself back to my own bed, I sort of got caught in some kind of mind warp. I seemed to float down through the bed and the floor and found myself surrounded by huge, six-foot high washers and dryers. I was floating in an empty space about three feet by three feet with these huge washers and dryers stacked all around me.

I don't like it here, I thought. I have to get out. I'm claustrophobic and I was feeling panicky. It took a few tries, but using all my will power, I was finally back in the lumpy bed once again, and this time, I was relieved and thankful to be there! I settled in as best I could and finally went to sleep.

At last, I thought it was morning, so I called Phyllis at her work. She said I told her how bad it was and that I couldn't stand it. She managed to sidestep my pleas I guess, because they didn't come and get me either.

The next night, I planned to try sleeping in each of the other beds and if one of the mattresses was better than mine, I'd ask to have them changed. I did ask them to switch mattresses, and they said they'd consider it.

When the morning light came into the room, I thought the room didn't look quite so bad. It looked like someone had come in during the night and cleaned it up, put better beds in, minus the decorative factors, and had painted the walls a light blue. I marveled at how they could have accomplished all this without me knowing about it.

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