I am 4367 I don't know how long I've been here. I might have arrived here moments ago but it feels like a lifetime. I am 4367. I haven't seen the face of another human as long as I can remember. Everyday I strain myself, try to remember how I look. The curve of my nose, the color of my eyes. The image is blurry now. Everyday I hear the door in the hallway. Slam. Shut. It's the only thing I have to remind me that I'm not alone. I am 4367. I don't know why I'm here; I forgot long ago. I am 4367. I trace the numbers on my forearm incessantly. Four. Three. Six. Seven. The door slams. They'll come and get me one day. I am 4367.