Room 405 MOnday night.
Aug. 28th, 2006 09:28 pmBilly stripped off his shirt and pants, sitting on the edge of the bed in just his boxers. Carefully, he undid the straps holding his prosthetic leg in place, removing it gingerly, before setting it beside his bed.
Then, sitting up strait, his remaining leg tucked underneath him, he closed his eyes and began to breathe rhythmically. He'd found in recent years that a bit of meditation before bed helped him sleep.
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Then, sitting up strait, his remaining leg tucked underneath him, he closed his eyes and began to breathe rhythmically. He'd found in recent years that a bit of meditation before bed helped him sleep.
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Date: 2006-08-29 03:59 am (UTC)Schrodinger's voice cut through the quiet. Anyone, and I mean anyone would have sworn he wasn't there before.
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Date: 2006-08-29 09:10 pm (UTC)"Nope." he said. "Lost it at the same time I lost my eye."
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Date: 2006-08-29 10:53 pm (UTC)He lifted the stump of his leg (about six inches below the hip I think). "Sometimes it's as if I can still feel my leg."
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Date: 2006-08-29 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-30 12:18 am (UTC)"And meditation."
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