Prisoner

I’m still stuck in this place. The room is large. White. The walls are cushions. There is a bed, a desk, and a chair. There’s nothing else. I’m pacing around like a polar bear on melting ice. I bite my nails—no—nevermind. I don’t have any nails to bite anymore. I guess the skin will do. I’m gnawing onContinue reading “Prisoner”