It is always dark in his cupboard.
It is always dark, but the darkness is a friend, so its Ok.
Sometimes they come for him, The Man and The Woman, and when they do, the world is suddenly bright. Bright and blinding, and it hurts.
He is always happy (he thinks, he thinks, he doesn't remember, he only remembers-) when they put him back.
He is happy, because in the dark, he does not exist.
There is no pain, no hunger, no thirst.
In the dark, he is consumed by the silence forced on him.
In the dark, he is free.(he is lost.)
