Arrival

I have arrived at my cell. It's almost as though L had this room laid out for me just to piss me off… on second thought there is an 89% chance that he did. It is a square room, approximately 3m by 3m which contains a black mat, supposedly for me to 'sleep' on, but since when did I sleep? There's far too much that I might regret not being there for, I mean, what if someone dies in a horrible gruesome accident or requires a little push to overbalance and fall into the way of a convenient train and I miss it, hm? Anyway, the walls are perfectly flat, painted glossy grey -the worst of all colours, never seems to be able to make up its mind what side to be on- there also appear to be light in the middle of the room -always seems to be centre of attention, light, doesn't it?-, however it is separated from me by multiple layers of re-enforced sheeting, presumably so I can't destroy it or use it to kill something. There is nothing else in the room so I presume that I will be taken to the 'facilities' eventually. Yes, L is justice, he does not allow others to suffer… Kyahahaha, who am I kidding? That b*****d is only concerned with himself!