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I wonder what time it is now. I should've worn a watch because I've been here for quite a while and I have no idea how much time has passed. I'm not sure how I got here; the last thing I remember before I awoke was a place with lights and loud noises, perhaps a party - I just don't know. Let me tell you a bit about this place I'm in - some aspects of this place just abhor me. For example, the lighting here is terrible! I'm used to bright fluorescent or halogen lamps, but this place has one tiny incandescent light bulb that is supposed to light up the entire room. The room is fairly large - I'd say about the size of a classroom. One thing that irks me is that there are no windows. Maybe this room is at the center of a building. Even more peculiar is the absence of a door. There are four plain walls, which seem a creamy white color, but no openings or doors. The ceiling is too high for me to touch and there are no vents for air. I wonder how I'm able to breathe in here. Furniture-wise, there is one black stool directly under the light bulb. Sitting on the stool is extremely uncomfortable because there is nothing to lean my back against. I tried to move the stool near a wall, but I found out that it was nailed to the center of the room. This room is worse than a tool shed - at least tool sheds have sunlight coming through the creaks.
There's really nothing to do here. Ever since I woke up, I've felt almost numb. I haven't had the urge to go to the bathroom at all and I definitely haven't felt any hunger pangs. I wonder what kind of shape I'm in; this place has no mirrors! If boring could be a thing, the room I'm in would be just that. I'd trade this place in for a lecture in math or history class any day. Heck, even a prison cell would do. No other trace of life is to be found in this room. At least at home, I have bugs crawling around once in a while. This place freaks me out. What sick person could have placed me in such confinement?
One thing that this place has been helpful for is thinking. There is no noise and the thick walls somehow trap my voice. Each wall must be made of steel because it did a number on my fist. Surprisingly, no bruises have formed and the pain quickly dissipated. Back to how the room is good for thinking: this place lets me imagine almost anything I want without any distractions. I must've spent many hours thinking about this one girl I saw on the subway the other day. I'm telling you, this place lets me play movies whenever I close my eyes! The only bad thing about thinking is that I'm always conscious of the fact that I'm trapped in an undesirable room. This unpleasant thought fades even the most brilliant scenarios imagined. Of course, all my thoughts are only visual; they contain no sound. I guess that was why I could only imagine myself trailing the girl to her apartment from the subway but not engaging in any conversation. Yuck, I didn't want to be a stalker like that. Come to think of it, even thinking isn't so neat in this place.
I've tried to fall asleep several times already, but it seems that I'll never grow tired. I tried to run around the room so I could fall exhausted, but for some odd reason, I can't become tired! I even tried push-ups and the much-dreaded sit-ups, but it seems as if I could do these forever. Forever… is that what is to become of my being here? How awful that would be! I miss my normal life already. What did I do to deserve a room like this! I would've rather been homeless. I hope I don't go crazy or anything - the last thing I want to do is hurt myself. Maybe if I keep myself calm, help will be on the way. Please, someone come and help! Indeed, this is one strange place.
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