I have not left my bed for three weeks. My dinner, when it comes, is slipped through a grate in the wall which is promptly slammed shut. At four in the morning, a man with stick bangs on my door and tells me I can turn off my light and go to sleep. Three hours later, a buzzer sounds to wake me up again, but am still not allowed to leave my bed
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*sigh*
How come, when I moved west, you moved east?
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