White walls. Tiled floor. Sterile ceiling. Dreaming sweet dreams. Wanting sweet things. Empty hallway. Open lock. Bolted door. Rain against the window panes. Calling. Beckoning me forth. Out into the sky. Out into the open. Sweeter dreams have been dreamt before. Walking slowly down the street. Passing all those I will never meet. Concentrating on my fate. Hoping it all comes together before it's too late. Feet moving quickly left and right. Waiting for the day to escape into the night. The sun beats down upon my face. I dream of kingdoms in some far away place. Castles made from strong stone. Surrounding gardens hide treasures unknown. Eyes open show me the way. I shall escape now and dream away another day. I am done for now.