I sit in a room with two small windows

The sunlight barely seeps through

I sit in a black dull chair that faces the wall

It’s dark and stacks of white paper fill the room

I feel as if I am enclosed with bars

As I hear the door slam shut

I feel enclosed with no where to run coldness fills the room

Time passes by, as I listen to the ticking of the clock

Tick…tock….tick…tock…,              

Going crazy as it turns morning to evening…

Light is getting dim as the light starts to turn from gold to blue

I think I might be getting out soon… oooh can this be true?

It’s almost time, people passing by I can hear them they are loud

As the door opens slowly and a whisper I hear it’s time to go home!

I sprang from my chair, grabbing my stuff I ran out the door…