By the time she awoke she couldn’t even remember if she had a dream or a nightmare. There had only been a deathlike peace.
You haven’t lived till you’ve played Scrabble in a psych ward.
If the mind fits, shrink it.
When you go into the psych ward, you can’t have anything with you except colored pencils. You can’t have any electronics. If you have a drawstring on your pants, a belt, shoelaces, a hood, or extra-lo...
