De-Tox: Adhesive Therapy

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Adhesive Therapy

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It is strange, to find myself perfectly relaxed; even when I feel this bad, while the substance is trying to pull me back into the quagmire of its addiction.

Since my belly is empty, there is nothing more to void. (Maybe, just maybe; this is for the best, as I am saved the pains of this process.)

While I may worry, about dehydration and starvation; had I been present enough to worry, in my current state.

Time is passing, and I once more fall asleep; saving me from the pain, I had been submitted to the entire day. (Since I am fast asleep, unconscious during the night!)

Once I had fallen asleep, a time is ticking. Once the timer had ended; a tube is inserted into my mouth. (I am not aware of it, I don’t feel it slipping In; since the oral tube is already in my mouth, and I am asleep.)

As the tube had been inserted, the liquid Re-Hydration fluid flows into my belly through the temporarily inserted tube.

The room is cool, during the night-cycle, triggering me to sleep for several hours. I wake up, shortly after the tube had been pulled out. (Apparently, these fluids aid me in controlling my Day-cycle.)

During my night, the room is dark and cold; during my day, it is warm and light. (Where the light is coming from, I have no idea; but I am not in a state, where I am caring in any case.)

However, I will be quite grateful, for the care they are extending to me; ascertaining, that I am hydrated and sustained throughout this process.

An hour after the tube had been inserted, another tube is inserted into my vagina; extracting the fluids I produce, in the process of cleansing my blood of the byproducts of living. (It isn’t, as if I could go to the Girl’s room and relieve myself right now.)

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How long have I been here, I have no idea; as if I had been caring about the time, in the state I am in right now. The symptoms are gradually worsening, until it is reaching the peak of my problem; it stays bad, for a good long while longer, before my situation slowly starts to improve.

Hanging upside down; relieves me of all the issues of throwing up, on myself. Had I thrown up, at all; I have no idea, right now. The room is clean, with a fresh scent to it; even if it isn’t something I had been caring about, right now. I am after all still in the throes of the consequences of my addiction.

However; I am still in pain, nauseous. (What had I been expecting?) This is after all a De-Tox therapy, I had signed up for. (Even if it is unorthodox.)

How long, this will take; I have no idea, but I am not in a state where I could have cared. (Consequences!!)

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This feels strangely comfortable, hanging upside down. (Weird, isn’t it?)

Well, at least I had been spared the pain of what is sure to come up on my skin. (Not to mention, the taste and how my mouth would feel(, for who knows how long?).

If only I had known, realized just what I had subjected myself to, in the process. (Yet, my skin will remain unsoiled!)

I am oddly relaxed, even through the worst of it all. (No cramps; since my muscles are forcibly relaxed, through the entire process.)

All I am aware of, is the time I am hanging upside down, as if the ceiling had been under me; but otherwise it feels as if it had been normal.

The nausea is still there, growing worse by the hour. (I am in pain.. of course!)

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As bad as it had been, it is finally peaking. (While I am still feeling too bad, plagued by the nausea; to appreciate it right now, but it is slowly growing better and better.)

Still, I do not feel the taste of what I fear must have past my lips, while I was at my worst. (You know, what I am talking about; if you have been there, trying to rid yourself of the poison you have consumed!!)

Strangely enough, my lips are still spared. (Had I been present enough, I would have known how and why.)

Wait, does it taste anything? (Yes, I still have that strangely rubbery taste in my mouth.)

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As I am waking up, my head has cleared. (Enough to know I am through the worst of it, at least.)

Somehow, I have grown a fondness for this strangely rubbery taste in my mouth. (Who knew!)

While my lips are dry, And my mouth parsed; I am still starting to feel fine. (At least; I think, I am starting to feel fine.) Why did I not go here, sooner? (Oh, right; I did not have the Address, or even know I had wanted to go!)

As the nausea has diminished, I just lie where I lie; as I can do little to nothing else, glued to the ceiling as I am.

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Why, oh why; does it feel so good, to lie motionless? (Glued to the ceiling.)

Why, oh why; does it taste so good, with the rubbery tube still stuck in my mouth?

Of course, I could not pull it out; with my hands glued to the surface, beside my body.

I am relaxed, relaxing. (The room is dim, as the light had been dimmed down!)

I once more fall asleep; dreaming I could remain in this room, in this state. (Well, why couldn’t I?)

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I wake up. I am waking up. (The light, still dim.)

I am still lying on the floor, where I had been lying since I signed in. (Even if I had been in the ceiling, most of the time.)

“Why does it feel so strange?” I ponder, as I slowly realize; I am on the floor, rather than in the ceiling.

With the tube still in my mouth, I can’t speak or even make a single noise. (Aside from the squeaking; caused by my lips trying to move, in order to form the sounds of the words.)

I hear the quiet squeaking noises; as I try to speak, to call out. (None is hearing me, as they do not hear me.)

I lie still, limp on the floor. (I don’t even try to move, as I had learned to relax, and to be perfectly relaxed!)

There is a strangely comforting tingling sensation; covering my back, upon which I lay. (Lay/Lie)

I hear a noise, as the speakers come to life. (What, I had speakers in the room; I did not know, did she tell me before?)

“Good morning!” I hear the voice; “It should be about time, for you to move out of your bed?” she inquires.

“Good morning..” I respond; “oh, okay!” I respond, without a thought; “I guess: it is!” I conclude.

A moment later, I find myself sitting up; as if it had been the easiest thing in the world, the most obvious. (Well, maybe it had been?) Just that my body had learned to be glued in place. I had been relaxed, enjoying it for all it had been worth. Now, that is no more. I wish I could go back, to the bliss the glue had granted me. What if I could go back? (I could ask her, couldn’t I?)

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Going Home

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