A box. That’s all there is, no beginning, no end, only a box. I don’t remember falling asleep or waking up here, all I know is, I am in a box. That’s it! The box is off white, eggshell I think. There are four walls, a ceiling and a floor, as one would think for a box. All that off white, no variation All I see is that color, eggshell. It took me almost a whole day moving slowly through that color to discover that there was even a wall. I was scared to move, more scared not to, so I crept forward. The first day I found the first wall, my first wall. After that I found the rest, I found the corners and the walls. That was the day I learned that I was in this cube. I learned all about each wall, but none as the first wall, that one, the first thing i found in this off white box. Now I always sleep looking at that first wall, just to not get lost in this color. It takes me six and a half paces to move from corner to corner. I learned this after the first week, and now know my cube down to a science. I can’t see the cube's corners, they blend perfectly into one another despite the right angle. I don’t know how the light stays the same despite me moving, but I can’t get it to change. I spent another week looking for anything to change,yet nothing did. I don’t even know if I sleep any more, if time passes here, all I can see is that color all I can feel is this box against my skin. I think I dreamed today for the first time since I came here, not much but it got darker for a second. Just that second that’s all I got, but there was something new. I saw more in that second then I have in the weeks I have been here. For once I can say I saw something other than the box. I spent the day thinking about it something simple but it was there I know saw darkness. I can’t lose that, just as I can’t lose my box. It’s been so long now, all there is, all I know is this off white. I can still just remember the darkness. Every few days I walk the box, six and a half steps. I turn, six and a half steps. I turn, six and a half steps. I turn, six and a half steps. I do this again and again, four times around is enough for today. I move to the center, and I sit looking at the off white of my first wall. Always that egg shell, always the first wall. I’m at it again, I’ve gone around three time. I am on my last lap I don’t know why I make laps but I feel I should. I stop at the wall, the first wall I know more than all the rest. There! Right there, it’s different, it’s still white but it’s not the same. There is another color, how could I not have seen this in the wall. I thought I knew everything about the first wall. There it is, a spot darker white than the rest of the box. It’s different! I sit down in front of the spot, staring at it, taking it all in, the spot is a square. It’s off from the box, it is it's own little box. A box.
