Walls of Four
 
In this shallow room, there are no colors. Even the last bit of character provided by a green board, like a garden for ideas to bloom, has been paved over. My thoughts are yearning to expand, but soon enough, they are confined by the walls around, artificially cutting them down. Pounding and screaming, pushing and fighting this crime against their natural frame, yet the walls remain motionless, void of empathy or compromise. Rays of hope scattered by the window's glass into little rainbow puddles. Finally, an escape so colorful and bright to dive into. But before I can enter the other side of the portal, the windows begin to shrink. Disappearing bit by bit as if the walls are quicksand, engulfing the room in utter darkness until even the last glim has been extinguished. Empowered by this triumph, the walls begin to come closer, attacking me from all sides like I'm their next target; the air is getting denser, the space smaller and my horizons, they are shrinking, everything is shrinking! The door! I need to get to the door!  Shrinking, it's also shrinking. "Drink Me!" – no potion in sight. Nothing to accommodate me, to make me fit in, neither into this room nor through the door. No, there's no space for me here. I surrender to the crushing of my bones.
The jarring sound of a bell tears down this nightmare's imagery, dropping my heart and my gut into abyss for a fleeting moment. My gaze reflexively shifts to the door that stands there innocently, as if nothing has happened.
Once I got home, my thoughts nevermore dared surpass their walls of four.