Shackles
In a small room, consisting of a window, a wooden door, a small wooden study table, a chair and a telephone, a guy aging close 28 finds himself sitting on the chair with his head down on the table and eyes closed. The ambient tone is all that’s present in the room. Out of the blue, the phone on the table rings. Guy: Yes, hello? The voice from the other end: So, where are you? Guy: Ah, me? I am in this room, man. I don’t know where and what the fuck is this; but I’m here. Where are you? The voice from the other end: I’m in my bathroom. Guy: Hmmm... Interesting The voice from the other end: So, what are you doing there in a place that even you’re unaware of? Guy: I don’t even know, man how I got here. Trying to figure out. Hey, can I give you a call back later? The voice from the other end: Sure, man. Cheers! The phone hangs up and the conversation ends. The guy just looks out the window and sees the glass sheet covered with a thick and d