The room is white. Everywhere he looks, there is nothing but white. The white walls are freshly painted, no cracks to distract the eye and no indentations of the sort. The ceiling is even more white, with the fluorescent lights casting light gray shades on the plaster. He wishes he could at least find a bunny or a cloud on the walls, something to distract his fragile mind so it didn't just crumble away from the pressure he feels building in his temples.
There are no windows. Not even in the wooden door. No dim strands of dusty light to focus on. No blinds to peer through when everyone leaves the room to count the number of people strutting a