Dramatic Monologue- Linda

As I lay here dying

I am finally at peace.

I am finally at home.

Away from diseases,

Where cleanliness is next to fordliness.

My World State is where I belong.

With soma-holidays

I can experience eternity.

I stay here in my room with twenty others

In a sixty-story tower

In the Park Lane Hospital for the Dying .

I lay in bed

day in and day out

Enjoying endless holidays.

The television is blaring

Yet I can not hear a sound.

I am surrounded by yellow walls

And the constant presence of perfume.

I have all the luxuries of a first class hotel.

Sometimes I think back to when we were in Malpais

So dirty, so filthy.

No hot water to be found.

And the clothes

So many holes to mend.

It was just wrong.

‘The more stitches, the less riches.’

The effects of aging there are revolting.

My skin began to sag

And my body became to fat to bear.

And the way people had each other there.

No one should have more than one person.

How can that be?

When “everyone belongs to everyone else.”

My dear, my dear.

I tried to condition you,

But without knowledge of so many things

Conditioning was too difficult.

I used to sing to you.

Childish rhymes

Like Streptocock-Gee to Banbury T.

Do you remember the reading lessons?

The reading instructions for Beta workers.

You gave me such comfort my son.

Without you,

I would not have survived in Malpais

But yet,

because of you I couldn’t come back to where I belonged

Because I am a mother.

You are what separated me from my world.

My son,

You are my greatest love

You are my greatest regret.