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Sadistic Caregiver: The ChairCindy walked down the hall, a sinister smile on her face. She opened the door to the room to get the wheelchair. Once she had retrieved it, she climbed in and drove it to Bobby. "Here it is Hon, all charged up and ready to go. It has an optional padded tray with deep, contoured armrests should you ever decide one day you wanna be lazy, hahaha. The special headrest cradles the head, has side pads should your head flop flaround, and a padded forehead pad, heaven forbid you fall forward. The legrest is a one piece leg pillow and footboard with the foot separator, leg cradle, and pommel to keep your legs from drawing up on each other. You also have the waist belt plus 5 point harness."
Bobby eyed the chair, he was intimidated by it. He was intimidated because he really wasn't that bad off. He still could use his legs, his brain, his hands, voice, mouth etc. "I don't know if I'll need all that, but leave it on. What did you mean by me being lazy?" Cindy froze
The first time.I went to sleep later than usual since I had a sudden rush of creativity and couldn't stop writing, only joining Roxanne in the bed at around midnight. While the air in the apartment was cold, my girlfriend's body was warm and welcoming. I had placed my body around hers to make the big spoon and fell asleep almost instantly.
As I gradually feel my brain wake up from this long night, I remember pieces of dreams I had. Having a conversation with a friend in an incomprehensible language, walking around a shopping mall filled with nothing but H&M stores, and being cut into pieces lying on a butcher's counter. I shiver and put that last one away. These are the kind of nightmares that usually wake me up and make me afraid of opening my eyes. I try not to think about it.
Clouds of slumber drift away from my mind and I risk opening one. Lying on my back, I can see rays of sunlight filter through the blinds and splash the opposite wall. I quick look at my alarm clock tells me that it'
The Joy of Accessible Student Housing, ch. 1David stood before the door of what would be his home for the next three, maybe five years. Finding a place to live for his studies had been difficult, there were way too few cheap living solutions for the number of students in this town. After a thorough search, he had found out that there were some rooms left in a small housing complex reserved for students with mobility impairments. David had a knee injury that had forced him to quit playing football, and even though it didn’t hinder him much in daily life, it turned out to be just enough to get him a roof over his head. He opened the door and entered.
The hallway was long, wide and mostly empty, with several doors. Six of them were marked by the letters A to F; those had to be the rooms. Two other doors appeared to be bathrooms, and another to a shared kitchen and living room. The last door was nondescript. Maybe it was worth investigating later, but now was not the time for that. He had to pack out his items, settle into the