Someone left Petra's window open last night. She squinted as she saw the faint sight of sunlight peer through the curtains of her hospital room. She glanced over at the clock seeing the red, digitized 6:30 A.M. stare right back at her.
There wasn't a breeze moving through the cloudy air. It was silent. She didn't hear the sounds of sirens or footsteps as she had for the past four days that she has been cooped up in the hospital. The doctor told Petra yesterday that today was going to be her final day in the ER. She was relieved, but nervous about transitioning back into the world that once knocked her to her knees.
She didn't want to face the woman who mugged her or any threatening individual for that matter. She wanted a peaceful state of mind, free of bag-snatchers and homeless men.
She heard yet another interrupting knock on the door.
"Come in," Petra mumbled under the sheets.
"Hi Petra!" The voice of Clara Kate Holloway replied.
Petra and Clara vaguely knew each other from town, but they were by no means close. Petra glanced up and faked a smile through her grogginess and accepted Clara's gift of daisies.
"I thought you would enjoy these," Clara said.
"Thank you Clara. I am not trying to be rude, but do you mind if you leave. I am really tired and I haven't had much sleep over the past couple of days." Petra responded sharply.
"Oh, okay...Sure...Well if you are ever in the mood to talk, please give me a call. Goodbye Petra," Clara replied as she slowly backed out of the room.
Petra was confused as to why Clara came. Especially at 6:30 in the morning. All Petra wanted to do at this point was escape reality. Her life was in shambles and she didn't have any true support. Petra thought about taking a plane to New York City, her childhood dream. But, that idea was shot down, due to the fact that she now had medical bills to pay.
Petra grumbled to herself and began to doze off about one day moving to the city of lights, to escape her past once and for all.
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