A lone,man waits cut off from the world.cold concrete cell looked on in the horizon.a glass pane spans the room,the man stoop staring in to a deep blue cosmos as countless stars moved drifted on

Lazily from left to right,”at least I’m moving the man thought.

He’s clothes had changed.as for when that he can not tell you from the stark green jumpsuit and the id badge to a clean,white tracksuit no pockets sadly and no hood instead it fit snuggly to the mans neck

He didn’t know how long it’s been it was 1:30 when he blinked to he’s new surroundings.fear warped the mans heart. Everything just happened so fast he noticed he stood like a guard or a mannequin affixed to the spot.the view helped past the time tho

A number was displayed near the top of the wall,and a bed a sink sat with in walking distance.the sink solid metal and cold to the touch

With a small petal nearby to the floor.steps on the petal starting the water flow

The bed on the other hand exceedingly bare a lone mattress and wooden bed frame.

The numbers three stood side by side each of them danced and shifted in the light of the cosmos

The man didn’t know what would happen if he got to his mysterious destination but a new book lay under the bed when he finished one

The need for certain processes and need for them never came up as the man stood

No need for food not even the need for a restroom so he just waited reading book for what seemed forever

But nothing really changes just the flow of time and space reading and water.the flow of time was almost peaceful.disorienting yet clarity

Yet the man waited on