Doesn't seem to be in the present.
The door clanged shut.
They had told me I was going to the hole. I would be alone, and darkness would reign... maybe. Eyes squeezed shut, I count to twenty before letting my eyelids crack open. Looking around, I see that I've been put in a dark place, with only a small cot in one corner and a bucket in another. There are no windows, only a small line of light at the bottom of the door.
The place smells clean and of moisture, I walk slowly around the small cell with my hand trailing against the wall until I find a streak of water lining the wall opposite the cot. I place the side of my palm against the moisture and wait. I'll be in here for who knows how long, waiting a while with my hand like this isn't too bad. Water eventually pools itself into my waiting palm.
Lifting my palm closer to my face, I slowly dip my outstretched tongue into the liquid there. Pure, sweet, spring water! I go back to the wall and explore the floor beneath the slowly flowing water. What I find is slightly disappointing, there is a slight opening parallel to the wall that allows the water to flow downward. The ceiling is just a little to high to view properly, and I find that the cot frame is immovable.