There was silence between me and Dad. We did not talk to each other and I liked the silence in the room. After awhile, he walked out from the room. I even heard the loud thud when he slammed the door closed. I closed my eyes tightly and drew a deep breath. At least, he walked out. The air inside my room became lighter as minutes passed by, until I laid my head on the floor. I stared at the ceiling. I did not move.
My muscles were weak. I could not even forced myself to stand up so I let my body laid on the floor for how long. I lost count of hours since Dad left the room. Just like that, I fell in the world of dreams.
There, I saw myself inside the white room. I could not hear a thing. All I could see was the white ceiling, white walls, white bed, white door. Everything was white. Then
