I stretch my arms and yawn, getting up for the third time now since I have become conscious. I tilt my head from side to side and yawn again. I am wearing a shirt and shorts. Someone probably had changed them. My assumption is a nurse, since it looks like they belong to a hospital. They don't match the room at all. Other than the flowers and fruits and the light falling in the room, the room looks much gloomy.
The person who used this room, didn't consider it a home. No plants, no pictures, no decoration. Even the paint on the walls is grey. He must be sad, or locked in, guarded with lots of walls inside him, protecting him from something unknown.
The bed which I was laying on was plain and simple, with grey sheets as well.
It was like a prison, keeping a beast in, and just providing
