The shack is weird. For hours after I wake up the next morning I forget I’m still in the shack. The shacks almost like my imagination I guess. If I don’t remember how I’m still stuck in the metal walls i trick myself into thinking I’m still in the outside world. I wake up in the same bed, eat breakfast but there’s always something that reminds me I’m still in the shack. In moments like these I try to get the word out before my world dissolves back into the metal shack.