Waiting for the Bus - Original Writing :: Papers

Waiting for the Bus - Original Writing It was about 8 oclock in the evening, it was been raining for a very long time the atmosphere around is so miserable the air is so heavy as if its filled with lead and the surroundings be dull and lifeless as if it was the darkest corner on earth. A middle aged piece with tattoos all over his body smoking a cigar is world interviewed by a female doctor in a psychiatric hospital. While preparing the apparatus, the young lady tells him about the procedure This conversation will be recorded, as many others before it, do you understand scratch? Would you like to tell me about your dreams? In this depressing room, with dull lights, you can only limit the still outline of the two people, as if they are mysterious statues sat there staring at each other. After a while the man takes a deep breath and begins to talk.Every night for all the three months that I move over been kept here, I have had the same bizarre dream, the screams of which have been waking everyone up at night. There was a pause during which the young psychiatrist was looking desperately into the madmans eyes and him looking away as if ashamed of something. My dreams get longer each night- whispered the patient in a distressed voice. The conversation was ended there and then Peter never said a word until his next meeting with the psychiatrist. Every time they met their chat got them one step closer to the patients dream. Spring was approaching the support gradually began to change from cold and rainy to sunny and cheerful. These were the first few days it has been like this. It was like a new start for Peter the endure was divine and precious, he could not get enough of it, it seemed like it gave him power and superiority over every one else. As the days grew longer, so did the conversations the psychiatrist and the man had. It was an ordinary day and as usual Peter was having a 5 oclock