I don’t know how I feel about the rainstorm outside my window. The rain falls against the glass, streaming down the panes slowly. There is no sound, there is no light. I think about the clouds, they are dark and distant. I look out the window against the darkness, against the grey skies. I wonder if I can walk outside again. I wonder why the room is so dark. My hand moves across the wall and it feels rough the paint having peeled off. I smell a sourness the air is thick and it hurts my lungs to breath. I see a door on the other side of the room. I want to open it, but I’m afraid. The doorknob is gold. The door is white. The room is red. There is no light. I wonder why I can’t go outside. I look outside and see the rain falling harder. I’m afraid to open the door, but there is no air in this room. I open the door. I walk outside. I no longer feel afraid. I see the light. I see white. I see grey. I can’t hear the rain, I can’t smell the rain. The air is still thick. I’m not sure where I am. The voices are distant.
-Wake Up
