“It’s going to be ok, right?”
“Are you lying to make me feel better?”
The wall is blank and white. There’s not even a small stain or chip, no possible stimuli. It’s driving her mad. She thinks the walls might be plastic; they’re so shiny and smooth. But from her vantage point, chained to the very centre of the room she has no way of checking. She’d really like to know. It wouldn’t help. It would have no impact on what is happening to her, she just wants to know because she needs something. Something she can focus on. So she tries to deduce the material the walls are made from by examining them from different angles. It doesn’t help.
Pants are necessary. As are socks, trousers, a t-shirt, a coat because it is raining, and shoes. All of these things and more are needed before you can leave the house. But there were none in the house. She knew there used to be. She left the house just yesterday to buy bananas and an umbrella and had been dressed appropriately. Now she stood in Winnie the Pooh pyjamas and stared at empty cupboards and drawers. She had nothing but the pyjamas she stood in and a broken umbrella.
The bananas were gone too.
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