I feel like I’m going insane, or at least stir crazy. There is nothing to do, and nowhere to go. I’ve been trapped here about a week. Where is here, you ask? An empty room. One well worn, wood-panelled floor, and four boring beige walls. Beside that, I don’t know much, except that whatever I want or need will appear. Trust me, I was really bored before I figured that little trick out. And before you ask, yes, I tried to using my newfound power to escape, and it didn’t work. But everything else I could possibly need—food, water, even a toilet—will appear or disappear as I wish. I even imagined a cat, and lo and behold, a little tabby kitten walks around the corner of the bed I had imagined. Sounds great, right? You’d think I’d be enjoying this. Anything I want, I can have.

Except my freedom.