"Kyle!" The man exclaimed. "Kyle, where are you?" The man slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor. He had a name tag but time weathered the print away.
"I'm right here." Kyle had shouted in an agitated voice. "I've been here, in the same spot, since I met you. Haven't moved a bloody inch. Never have. Never will." The friendliest "hello" could set him off into a fit of rage.
The man turned his face away from Kyle's stony gaze and looked at Jane. She was short and fat and very wide. Like a square. But the man loved her unconditionally.
"Just relax, it'll be all right." Jane's voice seemed to always soothe the man. She could say something completely irrelevant and he would instantly become enamored. There was a sense of warming love to her.
"How the hell can I with that asshole always yelling at me?"
"There, there, dear." The man buried his head into her soft tummy and sobbed.
"What the hell, Kyle? Why do you always do this?"
Kyle looked at her and threw up his hand in an obscene gesture, and extended his middle finger.
"Ugh! Rude!" Jane ran her hand through the man's wild hair. He smiled and nuzzled into her chest.
"I love you." The man slowly stopped crying and his breath was shaky.
"Aww! You're so sweet."
Kyle looked at his friend Danny. "Danny, what time is it.?" He waited impatiently for an answer.
"I don't know, man. Time seems to just go around in circles."
"For heaven's sake. Will you quit speaking in riddles you bumbling idiot!"
Danny continued to rant.
"Is anything real?"
"What kind of a question is that?"
They all had a square shape.
The man kissed Jane on the mouth gently.
"My god, you're disgusting." Danny contorted his face in disapproval.
"Shut up!" The man continued to sloppily make out with Jane. She didn't kiss him back and she didn't push him off. She just sat there and received the kisses.
Kyle looked at the man then at Danny. He was deciding who he wanted to punch first. But he just couldn't. He couldn't raise his fist in an attempt to hurt someone, let alone move that bloody inch.
"I'm sorry, Jane." The man pulled his lips from hers and then laid his head against her tummy.
"Forgive me."
"People are staring, baby."
"Then let them stare." The man began to pace around the empty room. He became impatient with himself and kicks the walls. Then BAM!
"What the hell?! Goddammit!" The man kicked Kyle square on the nose but he did not retaliate. The man fell onto the floor. The white floor.
He rolled over onto his stomach with his hands behind his back and kicked and slammed his head against the ground. Kicking. Screaming. Yelling.
"Go away! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" No matter how violently flailed his and thrashed, he just couldn't knock himself out. There was no blood. His voice got lost in the walls.
Three men walk, wearing stark-white coats, held the man down and dragged him away. Jane, Danny, and Kyle became nothing more than white, cushioned pads on the wall.
