In a world full of maybes Alicia knew she had to say yes.
Pacing for what felt like days she waited in the small, dark room. There are no windows and one door, which is of course was locked. She felt transported back in time. It feels like the 1970s. Not only is the floor covered in dingy brown carpet, so are the walls. Light fixtures remind her of a hotel room, protruding from the wall. There is a small stool and a makeshift bed, which was really only a pile of musty blankets on the floor.
The room seems to have gotten smaller as time goes by, or perhaps she has gotten larger... In any event it has become a jail cell; not just in the physical sense, but mentally.
She has no concept of time. They took her phone and watch. For all she knows it is the 1970s. It is eerily silent except a slow dripping sound coming from outside the door. She continues to pace and starts questioning her decision. She's the one that said yes, she invited this chaos into her life. She's the reason she is locked in here.
Her guilt growing exponentially, it took her hours, maybe days to realize what was happening.
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