Dosed

If God dropped acid, would he see people? ~ Steven Wright

The walls had seen and were whispering to the window, telling it to roll in the clouds and a brisk wind. The window, unconvinced, gaze down occasionally for any indication that the request might be profitable in any way.

Flushing with anger, Gary pretended not to notice and surreptitiously grabbed 4 very large permanent markers.
He'd been patient, pretending to ignore the walls scheming lies.
"Too bad sonny," the wall had said, "It's SSW at 25. Wrong direction completely. You know that."
The window had obliged on that occasion and thrown up a bleak picture of a grey mass of low sweeping cloud. The trees bent in awful testimony and a figure on the hill struggled in vain to gain control of his coat.
Gary had vowed that one day he would repay the wall for all its unsolicited attention.

Now, with a fiery rage coursing through his veins, markers in hand ,he launched himself at the wall. His hands scribbled and scratched, a blur across the wall, swirling in mad flurries, pausing only for an instant to change colours.
The wall howled. It writhed, shrieking in violated anger.
Gary altered his grip and shouldered hard into the spongy wall, letting his hand ride the waves of protest. As he drew he felt the anger flowing from him, down the point and into the wall. Like stilettos he wielded them, criss-crossing here, stabbing there. This time he would finish it.

At last, with the anger extinguished and the markers blunt, he fell back, exhausted and glared.
The Wall had at first been shocked, then outraged, but now had sunk into morose depression, sobbing quietly.
Above the spent markers with their tips splayed, was a rendered scene of tranquility itself.
It was a scene of a hill with a sweeping gradient, increasing as it reached the top. A steady 12mph breeze, NNE, blew in and the sun smiled down on the ploughed fields below.
Not far off was family of 8 ups; he couldn't quite see them but knew they were there.
And then, on that hillside, in that perfect breeze, and as the cumulus rolled by, he saw the man unfurl his laundry. With a quick step back the laundry transformed into a canopy and popped above his head. He rotated and within minutes was carving graceful arcs across the sky.
Gary stared closer at the man and saw the smile. He waved. The man waved back...

Just then the key went in the door and it swung promptly open.
"Oh Gary, you know we don't draw on the walls! Perhaps we shall have to up your dosage. Now, be a good boy and take your medicine" said Nurse Connor as she produced a syringe the size of a bicycle pump.