Restraint

You wake up in the morning, the sun shining through the window, or whatever the hell you call that hole in the corner of the walls.

You look around the room, the light grey walls slightly illuminated by the slight amount of sun shining through the 'window.' The few pieces of furniture you have are all dark shades of grey; nothing decorates the dresser, only a lone calendar on the wall above it, even that in shades of grey. Nothing colorful save for yourself and the slight amounts of sun.

You haven't been outside for years; you don't remember what it's like to talk to another person, or what people look like. You barely know what you look like. All you know is that, you're underweight, but with a slight build (you spend most of your time working out, trying to stay fit to make you feel alive), and too tall for your bed. You have no idea what color your hair is, it's too short to see, and you have no mirrors.

The slot at the bottom of the door opens slightly, and you just barely glimpse shining black shoes when the slot is closed again. Your breakfast is now in front of the door. Laid out on a tray is your normal breakfast. An apple, glass of water, and what can only be described as mush, and a spoon to eat with. Immediately you notice something different, tucked underneath the bowl was a note.

You carefully slide the paper out and unfold it. Inside written in simple handwriting is the word:

Soon.