A Prayer to the Porcelain God

A Prayer to the Porcelain God The touch of cold linoleum against the bare skin of my chest awoke me from my deep sleep. I tried to open my eyes but the shine of bright lights off of the newly polished white porcelain halted my attempts. Where was I? How did I get here? Confused at my situation, I tried once more to open my eyes, this time succeeding. My body ached like I had …

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