The Room

Mr. Waldbrand said I should write about everything I've ever lived, even though I'm young, he thinks I should put things out inside me, I didn't grow up like the other kids, and I'm not like other teenagers, now I know that, before I met Mr. Waldbrand, before leaving the room, did not know this way of living, the only way I knew was what was on television, I learned to be what I am with the films that formed small stacks beside the television, I told Mr. Waldbrand after he  Set a meeting at a diner, he asked when I arrived in the room, but I did not remember, was there since I remember,  "but didn't you see who took you there? " he asked, and I replied  "No ", I did not remember, my most distant recollection was a woman who teaches me the vowels, she was on television, I remember also a kind of tube that I drank milk, it came from the ceiling. I remember the mattress, of a large toilet that then became small, of a small shower, which then became tiny, of the cabinets with numbers -7, 8, 9, 10...- and of a large counter that stood on the wall on top of the television, had many numbers, and when it reached zero a new number appeared on the side, underneath that number had a paper written  "Your age "-had it written in the cabinets too, so I opened the closet 12 when  "My Age " was 12,  "What was inside? " asked Mr. Waldbrand impatient,  "clothes " Replied  "Cereal, a pretty big package of cereal, I had to eat little to give until ' my age ' be 13 " When I got out of there my age was 16.  "And how did you get out of there? You broke into the door" " I didn't need it, it was open  "