Day four, I remind myself. I look at all of the numbers written on the wall, and can't help but be excited for day twelve. 8 days, and I will hopefully understand why it is written on the wall.

The lights flicker on as my eyes adjust. I hear the ding behind me and turn to the door. This time, I'm given a blanket and food: vanilla yogurt with grains and strawberries.

I eat the food first, then examine the blanket. It isn't brand new, and looks a little beat up. It's a thin deep red blanket that could cover me twice.

I wait for a memory to come to me. For me to remember who that girl is, and to find out something new.

Maybe, the blanket is mine. Or the girl's. Maybe she's my sister, and we shared the blanket.

I come up with a few more ideas, but come to the conclusion that none of my theories are correct.

I curl up in the corner with the blanket. The grapes that I threw yesterday are gone, along with any of yesterday's trash.

I then grab the note that I'm always given.

Leo, I know you like purple, but I think red is so your color.

My color? Who is this that would just tell me what is and is not me?

I pull the blanket over me and sigh. Boredom is something that often comes to me, so I let my imagination carry me.

I lay my head against the wall and close my eyes.

I have no idea why, but my brain brings me to a small boy. Jack, a boy at the age of 11, with long sandy hair and a chipper attitude. An adventurer who goes to the forest every day after school. Unlike the other kids, his imagination runs wild, and he tries to open up everyone's hearts.

Soon it begins to feel like I'm writing a story.

Jack has an imaginary friend. Jack imagines fairies, ogres, etc around him. He tries to be friends with everyone. Jack is accepting. It seems to go on and on, until I've almost created a full story. Jack also wears a red cape. (Inspiration I got from the blanket.)

The disappointment is that Jack and his world only exist in my mind. I have nowhere to write down my thoughts or a story.

I sit for a while, bored. Soon, for some reason, I tie the red blanket on me like a cape and soon fall asleep.

"Wake up Leo! We've already sold 1,000!" I recognize the voice immediately as the girl from the grape incident. My eyes are closed, and I hear a small click before the light turns on. My eyes open, blinking repeatedly at the blaring light. "Leo, In Diane Peter's Shoes has hit 1,000 sales! It's getting more popular by the second!" My body rolls over. "You're joking. Isn't it April now? April first already?"
"As difficult as ever, you. No, I'm not joking. Look for yourself!" She sounds excited. I feel a rush of energy and excitement blast through me. I jump up without being able to control my body and grab the girls hands. I lean towards her,

My body shoots up. "Who...?" I look around, and the light turns on. My breathing is fast paced, and I still feel the same rush of adrenaline from my dream. Dream? Or flashback? It has to be a flashback. No way my brain made all of that up. Then again, it did make up Jack, and his story.

I feel a smile spread across my face, and it just stays there, and I go back to sleep, hoping for another memory.