A. W. I. A. 18: I see what he's up to

I could not believe it when the man who claimed to be a doctor told me the door to our interview cell was unlocked. I couldn't believe it when he said I could go, unescorted, by myself, to the restroom. It was as if it were the most natural and simple thing in the world to just excuse myself and go to the restroom. I could not figure it out at all, until I pushed open the painted steel door and saw what was inside. Then I understood.

You see, the bathroom was like something out of a nightmare.

The floor positively seethed with razor-edged squares of white tile, a blizzard of matte ceramic that would never melt away in the fluorescent glare. And the monstrous mosaic was not content to remain contained in a single plane; it turned up the walls at the floor's edges and climbed toward the ceiling, avid and eager, stopping only at a white-and-black checked border pattern at eye level. I saw then, how it was all so black and white.

I had not even got into the stall, which was where the real horror began. I think I will be able to show you a picture of that tomorrow, but for now, I have to go. It's getting harder to get a moment away, and everyone is tensening.
Today at breakfast Jenna told a joke: "Why did the pine tree throw a party? Because it wanted to be poplar." Then she burst into tears. Sergeant Tanner said, "I didn't get my stripes telling tree jokes, Girl."

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