Marilyn heard the doctor's intonations, "You will see a beautiful tropical island where everything is warm and soft." As he hummed out the last words of his little speech she floated off into a dark Neverland. After an indeterminate amount of time she struggled to open her eyes. They would only open as wide as slits. Her head was heavy with bandages. She had pain in her facial area, and her whole body felt logy.
"Time to check your vital signs", the nurse said in a cheery voice. Marilyn submitted to the pokings and probings. "You're doing fine", she sang as she softly closed the door.
Marilyn closed her swollen eyelids and thought of the beautiful island once again. It made her feel better. She could smell the sweet perfume of the flowers. The natives were singing a soft deep rhythmic tune in the distance. The sun felt warm and the breezes soft around her body. She hoped the plastic surgery would make her as beautiful as "Paradise Lost".