First Blog :)

Step, step, step, turn.

Step, step, step, turn.

She paces. She paces because that’s all she can do, even if she barely has the space to do it in. She counts the number of steps it takes her to get from one side of the cramped room to the other (six, it’s six steps) since, no matter how much she wants to, she can’t count the days. God, if she could count the hours she’d feel at least a little better about this mess, but time is an abstract concept here where there are no clocks and the sun is a stranger. 

There are no windows. All she has is the fluorescent light above her head. It never turns off, even when she’s supposed to sleep, and it’s starting to give her a headache. 

She has to focus on what she knows. 

She can’t panic. If she panics, she’ll lose her hold on rational thought and any hope she has of figuring a way to escape will go out the non-existent window. She has to take a deep breath, consider her options.

Step, step, step, turn. 

Step, step, step, turn.

There are precious few options for her to shuffle through.