By: MARCELLA DECOUD
The room is white, white as snow. The walls are completely expressionless. No splash of color, no design, no paint. It is just dull.
And the boy has come to accept that. The only light that comes into his room is artificial. This boy holds a remote with the ability to switch the light on and off whenever he desires. This is one of the few freedoms he is given. He never chooses to turn it off, though, since he likes the light. It makes him feel safe. It reminds him of the outside world – a world he has not seen in a long time. The world he has lost is just a distant memory to him. He can barely remember the colors the outside world withholds. He cannot recall but one thing: that he had loved every bit of it. He never has company, and he does not know the consequences to leaving this room, but he does not want to find out.
He just follows the rules that were given to him, and he has come to accept them.
This room is the boy’s new home. Whatever his old house was, well, it is now a forgotten memory. This room has nothing but a plain bed, a dresser, and a stuffed rabbit, all the same color of the room. White. Nothing complex, nothing flashy.
The boy’s routine never changes. He follows the same schedule, every single day, for what feels like forever.
Wake up. Eat. Talk to the Rabbit. Eat. Sleep.
This is his life. Would you change it? Of course you would, anyone would find it unbearable. But you, however, are not this boy. He finds this normal, and he has forgotten the uniqueness and beauty of the world he used to know. The world he used to belong to. This daily routine has become his life, and he thinks nothing of it.
But little does he know, there will be someone to change this routine. Not overnight, of course, but it will happen. The change will be gradual, time-consuming, and sometimes frightening, but it will inevitably occur. The boy’s views will develop, and his opinion about the change will not matter. Because when it does happen, his life will be forever altered. For the better or worse, only time can tell. Nothing is definite at this point.
His room is white, white as snow. But the walls will soon be expressive, with splashes of artwork and bright colors. Everything will change. And the boy – well, he will learn to accept that.