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I open my eyes to find myself laying in a dark room, I turn on a lamp and see a small room full of stuff. I walk towards the door and realize that it’s locked from the other side. A note slides underneath the door, with “9 months” written on it. I knock on the door, but no answer. I start to look around doubting what I can do for 9 months. I pull off my pants and was able to confirm that I was definitely male.

I decided to sit down and start writing my experience inside this small room. It’s been difficult since I open my eyes, I tried the guitar that was laying beside the bed, but I couldn’t figure out how it works, I read a book about the body and couldn’t understand it. I begin to worry, what if I wasn’t meant to wake up here? Maybe I can find the answer outside, only 7 months to go.

I tried painting, I kind of liked it, but it isn’t what I was looking for, I tried reading, but I failed to understand the book I grabbed. It feels like the more I try the more I fail. I guess I should try and find a way out of this place. I don’t think I will be able to handle the rest of the 5 months.

This last 6 months have been a weird experience for me. I keep asking to myself; Who am I? What am I supposed to be? I hope the outside world has the answers I seek. I keep on dreaming what’s it’s like, maybe it’s good or maybe it’s bad. Just 3 months to go to figure it out.  

I feel like this room is changing me, I hope that whoever reads this can have better luck than me at figuring themselves out. I don’t even know if there will be another, I can’t admit it but I’m scared of what’s outside. I think that if there is something bad out there, this room will protect me. Is this really an option? Can I stay here and never go out there?

The door just opened itself. I’m not ready to leave yet, I have so many questions. A light flashes before my eyes from the other side of the door. Is that a good thing? I don’t know, I don’t know anything. I started to think of all my time in this room, this might be the last time I see this place. Is this the end or a beginning? The door started to close slowly. It was now or never, I grab the door and look at the room one last time. I leave the room.

I open my eyes…