The Room

It was a tall, thin room. There was one skinny window that stretched up to the ceiling. The walls were close - only about 4 feet apart - and they grappled up at the flourescent lights earnestly, like they were trying to get out. The carpet was that blue, confetti-patterened kind. It was stained by who knows what.

They had informed me that the door locked automatically.

The walls were painted white. There was a bulletin board on the wall above the built-in desk - although it could have served as a very hard bed - with the rules pinned up on it. The rest of the bulletin board was peppered with rude remarks in pencil, criticising the service.

I was in a library study room.

School has begun.