He lays there wondering. . .
thinking about where he came from. . .
a box. . . packaged like a childs toy. . .
he hurts because he knows that the surface beneath him will be gone soon. . .
White. . . No color but just a shade. . .
White means purity but he’s scared. . .
Why is he scared?. . .
Happiness is a distant memory. . .
he is no longer surrounded by those like him. . .