White room

‘I slept in a white room in those days. I didn’t know whether it was friendly or hostile. There was no furniture, I opened my eyes to a sea of white. My sleep was a kind of forgetfulness, but how did I get there, how did you get me out?’

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s