*Please ignore these*
He had kept himself inside the room for so long that he had memorized the predictable linear quality of its architecture. The beds, and bedpreads, the windows with its curtains stopping short just before they fall to the floor, the mini fridge filled with bottled water, and the tall glass used to drink the water, a tray constantly being pulled in and out for food, and his slippers by the table where he sat and wrote in a mini journal constantly, something he hardly ever used to do before he was sandwiched inside this place.
It needs work but I am just putting down something that came into my head, lest I forget. I got some good ideas for dialogue while I was watching SWAT but silly me, I didnt write them down or anything at all and it is lost forever. You get the best inspiration while you are at a movie.
My Fortune Cookie yesterday read: "You are almost there."
I wish I could believe that.
Lord get me 'there". If only I knew or understood where there was.
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