The room is dark as you slowly open your eyes. You notice the freezing floor beneath your warm skin when you five senses return. You push yourself up into a sitting position from your ball, rubbing your eyes to help them to adjust to the blackness around you. You sit for a minute or so, but your eyes never adjust to anything. You only see the black…all around you is just black. You stand up, smiling a little bit as you brush small dust particles that may or may not exist on your clothes.
You stick your hands into your pockets and you walk around the dark space, enjoying the squeak of your sneakers against whatever the material the floor is made of. You start skipping, the squeaking not stopping as you frolic around wherever you are. Your fun doesn’t last too long though.
Your foot hits a wall, and you stop, placing a hand against it. You start walking along, your hand sliding on it, until you feel a bump. You slide your hand down the bump, and find a doorknob, a cool doorknob, without a lock.
You turn it, and hear the door open. You slowly peek inside of it, seeing where it leads. A dim room, with a small metal table surrounded by instruments you don’t recognize, although they do look like dentist’s tools, some sharper. You creep into the room, and shut the door behind you, seeing the room is very long and narrow.
To the right, the room ends after the table, but off to the left, you see the room continues for another football field…with a dark shape on the other end. You start walking down the hallway-like room, the walls tinted with a light green. You take your time reaching the shape, noticing once you reach it that it’s another door.
You reach for the doorknob, but the door seems to move away from your hand. You reach again, but manage to grasp it. You turn it, and light blinds you. You stand in the light for a second with your eyes closed, letting the heat that comes along with it absorb into your skin.
You open your eyes to see a lamp blazing into your eyes, and you’re lying down on a table. You lift your head up, and see you’re on the table you passed earlier. You glance to either side of you, seeing the medical instruments in their same places. You also notice a few people standing around you.
They seem normal, except you can’t understand what they’re saying. You notice their skin looks more grey than beige, and their facial features seem to be more oblong than usual. Their eyes are only one color, no pupil, no whites, just one color.
They seem to be tall, but that might be because you’re lying on the table. One of them leans directly over your face, and speaks slowly to you. “You sleep now, and when wake up, you be fine, yes?”
You don’t know how else to answer than to just respond with a nod. It smiles somewhat normally, and stands up straight. You feel a pinch on your fingertips, and soon after, you feel yourself becoming tired. Your eyes slowly close, and you drift away, a sound ringing in your brain as you leave the real world and enter dreamland, “All hail our majesty”