Van

My eyes opened as a new nurse entered the hospital room. Each interruption grated on my nerves. I’d achieved what they required for me to be released—eat, drink, and shit. I was more than ready to get out of this fishbowl.

However, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever sleep all the way through an entire night again. It seemed that each time I fell asleep, someone else was entering the room to check this or change that. I’d been ...