The room I’m in has four walls and a door. That isn’t all it has. The tower I use all the time is kept in there, on a desk tucked into the corner of the room. I decided to have my bed next to the wall, across from the desk. But it all feels like it will close in on me. This is where I’ve been sat since March. With all that occurred in the last few months, I wasn’t able to be outside, at least not as much as I wanted to be. I had to be confined to these 4 colored walls, this screen, a mattress twice the size of me. I can’t leave this room, as mother Moraes thinks it will spell out my doom.