The following is a portion of a short story I have written: I can hear the rain, on the roof, beating a constant rhythm that may only be in my head. It might be sunny outside or maybe it’s a cloud free starry night. I’m in this room, my bedroom, as I am most often these days. What else is there for me to do? I stare at the blank walls. I would have posters but I cant decide between Star Wars and Star Trek. I know what you’re thinking. I have to chose one of them, but do I really have to chose? Why should I chose when I can love both of these franchises? As you will notice, as if you have not already, I do not focus too well so I will jump from random thought to random thought. Did I have breakfast yet? I think I did but each day seems like an eternal “Groundhog Day” and I am stuck in my room on the same day. It’s not as if I cannot leave my room or this house. I chose not to leave the house or room except when I absolutely have to go somewhere like the store. I have a few fr...