Stuck in a humid room, your mind flicks off any kind of imagination that may want to soak into your brain. By this time your skin has a layer of sweat sliding off your chin and your white t-shirt slowly becomes clear. You wish you could tear off your jeans but the people outside your room aren't the kindest of people so you keep yourself in a corner by the window hoping to see if a single breeze will come in to lift you off the filthy concrete floor that now has little drops of sweat and tears from your body. But nothing comes.
With your thin hand you reach towards your plastic box filled with your personal belongings and take out an object that is sure to numb you, to knock you out and melt into sea full of ambiance.
And then you hear Here in My Room and suddenly the lights dim and they enter in full blown technicolor. Bliss is now your world