The walls… nothing but walls.
I keep walking anyway. My only other option is to stay still, and only one of those options stands a chance of changing things.
Still… so many walls.
Have I been here before?
I can’t tell. It all looks the same.
How long have I been here?
What am I even looking for?
I need to sleep.
I dreamed of outside. It was pink.
Things are starting to feel different.
If I close my eyes…
I can hear subtle changes in the air.
I notice slight differences in touch from one wall to the next.
The smells change as I move.
The air is fresher over here.
The light is blinding. And it’s beautiful.