My eyes hurt. I think this as they adjust to the dim light of the room I find myself in. The floor is cold and hard. Much less comfortable than my bed pillow. No matter where I lay, it’s much less comfortable. I’ve tried a lot of different spots and positions, but it’s like this room just doesn’t let me get comfortable no matter what I’m doing.

I woke up in this room, feeling the same way as I did this morning, experiencing a strange case of amnesia. I couldn’t recollect when I got here or how. I remember going out to eat with friends, seeing a homeless person and… that’s when I woke up in this ice box. My stylish jeans and dress shirt were replaced by a tidy grey three-piece suit. It looks very well made but is uncomfortable as hell. I can’t even take it off without some part of my body feeling like it’s being torn off. I thought it was initially because it had been stitched to me. However, this wasn’t the case even though I wish it was. I also woke up with a glowing yellow ring on the back of my left hand. This ring has perplexed me ever since I saw it. What’s stranger is that the center part of the ring feels like a button, with a physical click. It doesn’t look like it goes down, more like a haptic touch button on most new phones.

I get to my feet to try and do my regular morning stretches and exercises. I push up against the wall for a stretch, and seemingly the wall stretches. I nearly fall flat on my face before managing to realize what’s happened to the wall. I test it. Yesterday, every wall had seemed like solid steel, but this? This feels rubbery and flexible, maybe breakable. I push harder for longer. I stayed here doing this for many hours. Not like I have anything better to do.

Why did I end up here? I’m a contributing member of society. I put my pants on one leg at a time like everyone else. So why on God’s green planet did I end up in some sick form of punishment that is this stupid, metal, ice box?