the lady in the white room

The room was white and dreary nothing was interesting in the
slightest. She sat there not moving, doing nothing but sitting.
She stared out the window of her all white dreary room into the
nothingness of the great unknown. Wondering what exactly
lye beyond the walls of her new home, the home she would
always know. Every day when she woke from her slumber
she would position herself to face the window and daydream
of all the wonderful things beyond the wall. She didnt remember
any of her life before she was moved to her new home but she
remembered everything after. She rarely got visitors at her new
home but when she did, she never remembered any of the
people who came to see her. she was slowly but surely loosing
every ounce of her memory and she was oblivious of it. with every
passing day she got worse and she soon became so bad that
she didnt even get out of bed to sit by the window anymore.
she had no realization of anything that was around her. no one knew
but she would spend her last few days in that bed in her daydreams.