Dear diary (it feels odd writing that again… Haven’t done so in like 12 years.)

I’ve got a better feel for the size of the room now. Walked around the edges and mapped it out using my feet (it’s something!)

It’s 38 by 41 ft. (I guess that’s not entirely accurate; I have small feet). Let’s give me a margin of error and just call the room square.

I don’t know why the room has to be this big. 40 by 40 ft. (what is that… 1600 ft².?) seems awfully big to just house one bed for one person.

Was I getting company later on down the line…?

I… don’t know how to feel about that…

Honestly, that thought scares me just as much as staying alone.

At least I’ll have someone to share this suffering with…?

I’m not ready to see someone else break down though.

They’ll pull me straight into their insanity with them.

I gotta keep it together, diary. That’s why I have you. To hold onto something through this mess.

Didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary walking around the perimeter. Then again, I was too focused on counting my steps.

I’m going to do another pass, just in case.

Maybe feel the walls out a bit. Knock for hollow spots behind them…

There might be more than meets the eye.