Sand Rooms

Room #4

The sand ripped through his skin, leaving small lesions on the uncovered parts of his body. Jerry walked still. Heaving and pulling at his limbs to cooperate.

Jerry had found himself in a large desert, in the middle of a sandstorm. He had walked for hours trying to find a place to rest.

The sandstorm wasn't all that big, just a bit of sand. The worst of it was already behind him. Though it didn't mean that Jerry was not in pain. Even with the most simple high wind, sand still scraped his skin.

Jerry knew that the end of this great expanse would come soon.

His feet sunk in the sand, dragging, but he knew the end was near. He would either find respite or die trying.

As he walked over a particularly large dune, the sand gave away. Jerry fell, tumbling through coarse sand and rocks, slashing his flesh further.

Then it all stopped and the shock ran through his body.

A wall had stopped his fall.

The more he looked, the more a frightening realization came to mind. There were two walls, and he was in the corner. The walls didn't even seem like walls, but rather like the sandy landscape.

Jerry just curled into himself and sobbed. He had never looked at the world around him, not enough anyway. Through the tears he could make out the ceiling corner over him, he sobbed harder, coughs wracking his body.

He was alone in this great desert but trapped in a huge room.

With this Jerry wailed, cursing the painted sky above him.