the patient I awake after a long time in a hospital bed incapable of movement in fear I look at my body and I realize I no longer have a body I close my eyes again thinking in amusement that I must be dreaming I fall asleep and when I wake up and open my eyes the same state of affairs I try to shout but in vain I don’t even have a mouth anymore only my eyes are still there I am nothing but eyes and I see in slow motion how a walrus in a white coat enters the room he has round glasses with golden rims and a stethoscope he walks to me analyzes me with a solemn air he writes something in the clinical report sheet and leaves terror fills me and I fix my eyes on the ceiling instead of a ceiling there’s a huge plasma screen on which it is written: “please calm yourself, you are in good hands, even if you suffer from an atypical disease our specialists will shortly find the most efficient remedy” and the screen goes away I close my eyes again and I tell myself: “wake up, you’re having a nightmare!” I count in my head until I fall into a deep sleep and I wake up in the same place same bed the walrus in the white coat is busy writing something in the clinical report sheet then he comes toward me with some surgical instrument that gives me the creeps and with sadistic precision he takes out my eyes
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