Twenty-Four
The room had been silent for an hour or more when the door opened. It felt like an eternity.
Only now he noticed how thirsty he was. The code he had been working on danced before his eyes. He shut them. He was tired. So tired.
The open door let fresh air stream into his room. The visitor was some guy Björn didn’t know. He brought water and a delicious smelling sandwich. Cold meat. Crispy toast. When the visitor turned away to leave, Björn shouted for him. He wanted at least some human interaction to keep his sanity. But the door was closed as rapidly.
He made a deep breath, downed the small bottle of water, and swallowed the sandwich too quickly to enjoy it. The artificial flavors he hadn’t tasted for a long while made him crave more. He needed air. Light. He tried to pull
