Falling from madness into insanity.

There is something strange about the place I work in,

It has a room behind a wall, beneath pipes, through a door, I  found it while crawling under damp ducts and dust that condensate upon the yellow rotting floor.

Its area, eleven meters by nine, rows of vertical glass coffins containing many familiar faces.

Box 1, the cleaning lady, her name is Ann, she asks me everyday how I am, she asks me about my daughter, I show her pictures of grace and tell her how wonderful she is to me. 
We talk about work and how her company doesn't care, she cried once and i hugged her, the scent of cheap shampoo and talcum powder wafted from her hair.

​​​​​I touch the glass, the display above her head reads " home", she smiles and laughs.

The next one, the one beside that, the one beside that one, all containing co workers, people I see on a daily basis, but where are my friends, are they here, sleeping with the rest. In rest.

I'm scared now, frightened as to whom I shall see next, the last coffin on the left, I recognize his face, he reminds me so much of grace, blond hair, glasses, green eyes, they look tired, so very tired and scared

His digital display reads " alert", I hear a noise, the steal door that holds us begins to unlock, I look for a place to hide, I gather some sort of reason, some sanity and step into me, behind the glass coffin and hold my breath.

The door swings open and that man, that person I see on the corridor every day, he wears a lab coat because he works in a lab, he has a beard, matted and grey and smells of tobacco.

Approaching in disbelief to the clones standing askew, not one, but two, he scratches his oily cheek.

Suddenly I wake sweating in my bed, I wake and bang my head of an invisible glass shield, did I wake, am I asleep, the sign above my head reads " rest".

Eyes and eyes walk by, not staring but leering, drooling tears over my skin, I scream and wake once more in this padded cell, fearing that nightmares exist to what extent, to where lies reality behind the frightening mind.

I get up the next day and take my meds.

" I'm going to work hunny, give grace a hug and a kiss when she wakes up"

If she ever does. 

I hope and pray she never leaves my head.