The Hot Dark Room

The Hot Dark Room has no windows and no doors, nor vents or openings of any kind. You may not enter nor leave.

The air in The Hot Dark Room is still. Your breaths are heavy and labored.

The Hot Dark Room is as wide and long as it is tall. It is not large enough to stand, or even to sit upright.

The walls of The Hot Dark Room are thick, and padded so as to absorb sound. You can hear nothing beyond them.

And most importantly, the Hot Dark Room is dark. And it is hot.

There is little space to move within The Hot Dark Room. Your bones are jumbled together like firewood. Your flesh laments the closeness to itself. Your breath is barely hotter than the air around it.

There is no light within The Hot Dark Room. You cannot watch your body shift. You cannot see the sweat and dirt upon your skin.

There is no sound from beyond the walls of The Hot Dark Room. You hear no mumbled speech, no passing traffic, no muffled wind. You do not know where you are. You do not know if you are anywhere.

You are small, and the room is small. You curl yourself smaller to compensate, and still you feel the walls touching you on each side.

Sweat drips from your body and soaks into the padding. What little oxygen there is within your lungs tastes damp and bitter.

You are in pain. You have been in pain for a long time. You do not know how long this will last.

Existence is a blind, dull ache within The Hot Dark Room

Why are you not enjoying yourself with the other children. Would you rather go and sit in The Hot Dark Room.

Why are you being disrespectful to your teachers, to your mother and father. Would you rather go and sit in The Hot Dark Room.

Why do you go to such lengths to spite us. We only want what is best for you.

Would you rather go and sit forever, in The Hot Dark Room.