Radiant light burst through the pockets of clean in the algae covered windows like searching fingers reaching out to warm the soiled carpet. Now pictures of dazzling sunrises over snow-capped mountains, pebble-strewn beaches and sprawling city-scapes played over his vision however the elusive images disappeared the moment he tried to concentrate on them. Such memories felt altered in a way he was not able to fully formulate in his mind, despite their existence in the other filmy lens of his vision he could attach not one translatable emotion to them.

This detachment caused a sudden anxiety within him that bubbled through his internal organs and escaped his mouth in a victorious belch. In the searing pain the unwarrented movement had caused to his throat he doubled over, clutching the nearby headrest of the faded armchair to steady himself. He looked down at the torn material his hand was resting on and at that moment realized how completely hopeless his situation had become. Just like the manufactured images of those fake sunsets the imposing morning light had brought, the entire room and its contents felt created to give the impression of a room he once knew. It was as if someone had once seen a drawing of a room and attempted to recreate that same drawing without any knowledge of what the purpose of such a space was intended for.

He could picture the same room on that