Pinches of positivity – Room 101

Well this is my 500th post.  Not sure how that happened, I was only really popping in to see what this blogging lark was about.  Oh well, better write something deep and meaningful. Let’s do one of M’s prompts.  ‘Pinches of positivity’.

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Lying strapped to the bed Malcolm looked around the room.  Harsh chrome spots reflected on the cold white walls and floor and a single door at the end of the room seemed to be the only way in or out.

He struggled against the wrist and ankle straps but there was no give.

A woman’s voice crackled into life over a speaker, .it was calm and smooth like liquid sugar

“All things are good” it said slowly.  “All things are good.”

Malcolm instinctively tried to ignore the voice but it resonated deep within his mind and filled his senses.

“Everything will work out.” it continued as the words bounced around his head and filled him with calm.  The room drifted into nothing as he closed his eyes.

“This is all you need and you need nothing more.”  iIt said and Malcolm began to mumble the words phrase after phrase.

“This is where you belong and what you need.”  The words left his mouth almost synchronised with voice from the speaker.  He felt warm and safe.

“Everything is fine”

Phrase after phrase flowed into and over him, repeated word for word as he slowly passed into sleep, the words of comfort still dripping from his lips.

As the speaker crackled into silence two orderlies emerged from the door at the end of the room and wheeled his bed back out towards the exit.

“Think he’s nearly?” a barrel chested man asked.  His colleague pulled the door closed behind them.

“Just a couple more sessions and he will be ready for his wedding.”