I wake up in my bed to a room painted black.
It is not mine.
I do not know where I am.
It's raining outside, the small drops landing on what sounds like metal.
A roof.
The roof is metal, I'm sure of it.
If I try hard enough, I can hear footsteps on concrete.
Wet concrete.
I am not too far from outside.
There is a knock on the walls.
All of them.
People are knocking on the outer walls of this room.
They stop.
The people have ceased their constant pounding on the my metal container.
I am left in silence.
I do not know where I am.
I can't remember-
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