A man lies in his bed in a room with no door.
He waits, hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter. After spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared.

He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing
So, is he?

When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him. By nine, he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact, no tradebacks...
So this is what it's like to be an adult...
If he only knew now what he knew then...

I'm open. Come on in.... 

Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers he decides to dream...
Dream up a new self for himself... 

And One day, when someone enters, he will realize that he is alive, because he will be able to feel. Then he will no longer fill as blank as the ceiling at which he stared...He will be able to get up from the bed and will discover the colours to paint the white ceiling that reflect his life...

Then he will understand that the moon is indeed magical next to the onde that was capable of coming in and didn't want to come out

And so he knew now what he knew then...