Four walls.

Five steps in any direction.

I should know. I’ve counted it a thousand times. It was probably the first thing I did when I came here.

Four walls. Five steps in any direction.

And there are no windows. I can hear sounds, voices, echoing from underneath the door, but there are no windows. Just the unnatural light from four florescent lights in the ceiling, reflecting off the off-white walls.

Four walls. Five steps in any direction.

I have paper, and I write. It could be worse. But I’m dreaming of the outside, even when I’m awake. And I just don’t know how much more I can take…

“Johnson! I said it’s five o’clock already! The carpool’s heading out, so if you don’t want to take the bus I’d suggest you hurry up!”

Thank God…