This is where I find myself. Again and again. I don’t know how I end up here. One moment I would be walking through the most beautiful garden, or sitting by the beach, or even flying free, trying to measure the length and breadth of the clear blue sky. And the next, I’ll find myself here – in this room. Every square inch painted the same colour – different colour every time. Smooth walls. Walls full of doors, one next to the other. All locked.
A room full of closed doors