text: I woke up at the sound of the crashing of the door as it opens. Wakefulness floods in as I examine the surroundings that I am so familiar with. The same box that I have been in for all of this time is what greets me. They say that life is change but this box has never looked any different in these twenty years. They worry about my security at night so they close it up and make sure that no one can come in. It really is truly thoughtful of them. I rise up and head out down the stairs to start at the breakfast. It’s the usual meal. I like it because they say it’s good for me and it is always similar in consistency as well as mild in flavor. My friends are all there already and we give each other grunts of acknowledgment. They put us all in the same clothing. The same material and color all for twenty years they tell me. My memory is starting to go. The doctors tell me that I have some form of Dementia and that many years ago I hurt someone and ended their life and now my fate is to live this way until the day that my life as well is extinguished. I told them that I am truly sorry for what they say that I did and I’m sure it was not nice of me but I’d be grateful if they allowed me to leave today. Every day they say, ‘No’.