The door is there, I can see it. It has a knob that I can just pull or push, I forget now. It is a golden thing and I see it everyday. The woman with the urgency comes in almost everyday through it and does her thing. I like it when she cleans beneath the carriage clock on the side table yet I hate the ticking of the thing. There is a television on the other table over by the small cubic area that pushes open the rectangle of the room. I saw myself on it and I saw my Mum and Dad.
I cry for them.
The window above my bed blows a wind through, though it is not open.
I'm given a list of food to eat, drinks to drink and games to play.
Every few days men come to visit me and are really nice.
A black man with greying tufts of hair comes a lot with toys in a bag and paints my nails.
Another man who makes me laugh a lot brings cheese. I really like him. We have fun and he combs my hair for what seems like ages.
Another man who tells me about a glam rock group he was in makes me wear big boots and I saw him on the television.