The sun poked through the curtains of a white room. It made it's way to the bed, where the man was supposed to be.
He was walking over to the wall and knocked on it three times, waiting for a response. "Jane..?"
"Hello? Who is it? How do you know my name?" John laughed.
"Jane, it's me." He said, smiling.
"Who?"
"Your friend."
"What's your name, is it John?"
"Yes, of course."
"Did you find out about sadness?"
"It's bad, when something bad happens, your body does things that they call sadness."
"What about good crying?"
"That's happiness, when something good happens, things happen, and that's called being happy. But the crying is like a lot of happiness."
"Who told you that?"
"The man in the dress shirt and pants by the entrance. You know, the man who greets the people when they come in and makes sure they're good people."
"Oh, right." There was silence for a few minutes before Jane started again. "So, are you sad or happy right now?"
"I don't think I'm anything, there's nothing going on that's good or bad. It's all just normal. I feel nothing."
"I guess I feel nothing too, then."
"Well, I guess I'm feeling happiness, because I'm talking to you."
"That's nice."
"Did you learn if nice was good or bad?"
"It's good."
"That's good."
