My Short Short Story for the Day

Janet blinked but couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes.  Everyone thought she was still unconscious and for some reason she didn’t want to correct them.  Just then a click signaled her to relax and ease into her unconscious mode. 

“She hasn’t come out of it yet.”  The nurse explained.

“Well, what does the doctor say?  Shouldn’t she be awake by now?”  Al asked walking over taking Janet’s hand in his.

“The doctor said she’s recovering nicely and should wake up at any time.”  The nursed checked Janet’s vitals then turned to leave.  “Sometimes the body just needs extra rest to speed up the recovery process.”

Al grunted and looked down at Janet.  “You gotta wake up soon.  Max is really putting the pressure on.  Geesh Janet.  I need you.”

Al paced the room for almost another hour before standing beside Janet’s bed and giving her hand one final squeeze.  The door shut behind him and Janet sighed.  She waited several more minutes before opening her eyes.  The benefits of having a private room meant when the door was shut no one could see in.  She sat up in bed and checked the clock.  She had about 45 minutes before the nurse would be back.  If she moved quickly she could dress, make a dummy out of pillows in her bed and be out of her room before then.  She was out of her room in less than 10 minutes, a personal best.  She cracked the door and peeked out.  The hallway was clear so she eased out.  She walked normally until she approached the nurse’s station.  The nurse was on the phone so she casually walked past being sure to look away just in case the nurse decided to look up.  She rounded the corner and pushed the door to the stairwell.  A few more minutes and she was stepping out into the dark of night.  She breathed deeply then strode off down the street without a clue as to where she was headed.  And that was alright with her.