My eyes flutter open to find the Sharpie marker still in my hand. The clock is still talking and telling me a tale that nobody else heard. 4 walls 1 ceiling 1 floor and a light and clock. I'm stuck in a cube. I look over to see the ink on the walls. Letters. Too many letters in my mind.
"Seiun" the words escape my lips like a toddler letting go of there balloon. That is my name isn't it?
"S-seiun" my voice is very deep and husky like a males. But I know I'm a female.
My mind got interrupted by the urge of having to empty my bladder. I closed my eyes to try to figure how to go urinate without a toilet and paper. I opened my eyes to see a toilet with paper next to it. Confused and shook I didn't question and just went. After I got up to flush the toilet was gone. The paper is still there.
Taking the paper I start a diary on the bottom of the roll.
Dear diary,
Nothing makes sense anymore. On how I got here to toilets disappearing. The only friend I have is the clock which keeps me company. With the story's of its past and soon to be future, but it all sounds the same. I found out my name is Seiun. Not knowing what that means. The inked numbers on my wrist are still blinding.
~Seiun
I stared at the clock the rest of the day/night.
