Flashback:
My first day at the psych unit, this guy and I were bonding over this pear.
The lunch lady had come in and asked if he and I wanted a pear. There were only two. Everyone else were left to just apples for their snack.
As we bit into the pears, man were they good. Holy cow. So juicy and perfectly ripe. I felt privileged above the rest to have been this pear.
Not knowing the mental stability of the other man eating the pear with me, when he said, "This is good!," I replied, "This is so good…Don't tell the rest of 'em!"
"Yeah! We are lucky!"
I laughed inside myself as I thought of how this guy and I were bonding over this pear, in the psych unit, in this sub reality that doesn't seem real to me.
Then the guy started making way too pleasurable of sounds as he continued to bite into the pear. The kind of sounds that you would only make when in private, behind closed doors.
And my smile inside changed to a "yikes". And a little bit of a "help me."
Um…awkward. I think I'm gonna go to my room now.
