There’s a window in my room.
That wasn’t there before why is there a window in my room.
Anyone who’s been on the train for more than a week knows don’t look out the windows so why is there a window in my room.
It’s covered. Thank god it’s covered. But I can see the light. It’s the same as the ones outside. That light- It changes, sometimes. Sometimes it’s a sickening green that physically makes you nauseous the longer you stare. Sometimes it’s a purple that’s so vibrant you can hardly look at it but I swear I’ve seen eyes or… something like them in the rays of light.
Sometimes it’s black. I don’t know how it’s black. It’s empty but it’s light and there’s no possible way I could describe it to you where you’d comprehend how wrong it looks unless you’ve seen it. It doesn’t hurt you. But standing in it for too long makes your mouth feel numb and your limbs feel like static. And when you finally step out your nerves feel like they’re on fire but it’s only for a moment before you feel so fucking cold.
Most of the time it’s pink. An unnatural, vibrant, purplish pink that I’ve seen so often while on this god damn train. It doesn’t do anything. I don’t think it does anything. I hope it doesn’t do anything. Because now there’s a window in my room and it’s bathed it in that awful, horrible color.
I need to cover it more. I won’t let that light in. This place is safe I can’t let it not be safe or I won’t.
I won’t know what to do.
Fuck.
Why is there a window in my room?