Summer
"It's so dark in here."
"I know."
"I miss the sun."
"I know."
"Do you remember the sun anymore? What it felt like?"
"...Not really. Do you?"
"I remember it blinked sometimes."
"No it didn't...
It's summer now, outside."
"Summer?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"I've been counting. Scratching lines into the floor while you were asleep."
"I didn't hear you."
"You were asleep."
"Where are the lines?"
"Under my shackle, so they don't see. I count them, you know, over and over. That's how I know it's summer."
"Can I count them too?"
"No."
"...Oh."
"I wish I'd never counted them."
"...How long is a day?"
"What?"
"How do you know when to make the lines?"
"...
I forgot there were days."
"Oh...
You didn't forget summer."
"No."
"It was warm."
"Yes."
"Maybe it's summer now. Maybe it's warm out there...
Were we warm? When we were outside?"
"Yes."
"I would like to forget."
"Summer?"
"I don't know...
No...
I want to forget how to talk."
"..."
"It hurts."
"I know."