Wait
How long had it been since you came to this white, white room? Your stomach growled on end as your headaches grew worse. Your mouth was dry and you felt as though you hadn't had a drop to drink in days. You were shaking, inside and out; the pizza you ate must have contained a drug, perhaps several, to have such adverse effects on you.
You rocked back and forth, anxiously glancing up at the rows of lights above you. You felt weak, and your hunger and thirst only grew.
But there was nothing in this room. Nothing but empty, silent white.
You waited...waited. There was no sense of time here. Finally, when you began to think your own hand might taste delicious, a small compartment opened in the far end of the room and a fresh, hot meal was pushed through along with a tall glass of icy water. The compartment closed immediately, but all you could think of right now was the food and drink before you. It was probably--definitely--drugged, but you had no choice. You were starving, dying.
You could not fight your own survival instinct.
You scrambled to the tray, sinking your teeth into the perfect steak that had been laid before you. You washed it down with the tall glass of water and felt satisfied, at least until your senses returned. Soon, you felt dizzy again, followed by a pleasant wave of exhaustion that forced you to sleep.
Written by Merieth on 26 February 2018
