I hate light

As it always does, day came.

What's up with this window? Last night she would only give a smidgen of light, but now without any sense of self control she is allowing the sun's rays to barge into my room. Ah!! And these rays are not sweet children at all!!  They are troublesome. They attack without any concern about me and my desires. Every time my eyelids open, those naughty rays of light take their sticky little fingers and shove them into my pupils.

I laugh. It's about all a healthy person should do when he's irritated. The laughter is not created by the stubborn children of light, but rather by my fickle attitude. Indeed, the wind blows this way and then it blows that way and picks up my attitude and carries it wherever it wishes. My emotions are like Forest Gump's feather and dance around the sky. Look at the ride I just went on: last night I craved daylight, but now that it has arrived, I long for the night and a few more moments of sleep.

My room is small and only has a bed. I see a mat rolled up in the corner sitting beside two back packs. I take a deep breath that is full of chalky dust. I realize my mind has a lot of work to do. Instead of complaining let's answer a few questions:

"Where am I?"
"How did I get here?" 
"What on earth am I supposed to be doing and where should I do it?"

My questions are as disturbing as those rays of light. I don't have any answers! Ahhh!

Then my new friend enters the room. Or maybe he's my savior, or my nurse. Why, he may even be my captor and eventually kill me! Then it hits me. I have a much more urgent question that needs to be answered:

"Who is this man and what does he want with me?"

I don't know the answer to that question, yet. But I can tell you this: his face is handsome and yet grotesque. It's unique yet frightening. Who is this man?