The Box

I open my eyes. It’s dark.
I close my eyes. It’s dark.
I blink them a few times.
No difference. It’s dark.
All I remember is standing here in the dark.
Nothing before that.
I feel my head.
It feels wet… sticky…
Is that blood?
I stick a finger in my mouth and taste the wetness.
It’s blood. My head is bloody.
And I can”t remember anything but being here.
I reach ahead… a wall. A wall to my left side… my right side… I turn around… one’s there too.
I reach up. A roof.
And it’s wet and sticky