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She took a sip of her peppermint tea, it had gone cold. She doesn't realize it.
The curtains are drawn, she doesn't notice.

She fell back in bed, her brain in a soft and sleepy fog. She had taken two anxiolytic pills, 4 times the prescribed dosage, but still a small dose.

Madellin never thought she would find pleasure in the drugs prescribed to her by a doctor. But she did, and she's glad. They made her feel relaxed and sleepy, like alcohol without the hangover. There isn't a buzz, but there is a soft fluffy fog that envelopes her brain. Her eyes, half opened, stared at the ceiling. She smiled. Nothing really matters, she thought.

The pill for muscle tension was even more potent. The first time she took it, she thought she was high. Her hands and legs were so light and flighty and her mood so mellow she laughed too much and dreamt too hard.

Those are the so called medication the psychiatrist gave her for her condition. Her depression. She thought the doctors should try them themselves. If they did, she wonder, will they still regard the pills as medication?

To Madellin, they're more like recreational drugs.

Laying in bed, she wondered if she should take a couple more and get properly high.