White Room

It’s technically a new day so I’m going to go ahead and make another post. This piece is based off of a dream I had recently. My perspective in the dream was not as the main character, I just observed what happened.

Unseen eyes watch a single person sitting in a square room. This room is bare, save for a single twin sized bed planted in perfect harmony with one of the four corners. The walls, floor, ceiling, sheets, pillows as well as the man’s clothing are all a pristine white; so much so that the air itself seems to have a color, or more accurately a void of color. The room would be impossible to perceive if it did not contain this singular person, sitting on the edge of the bed. The eyes watch him sit and stare at the opposite wall, his mind a mystery to those viewing. He stares at a single non-existent spot on the wall overlooking his place of sleep. When fatigue grows within his mind, sleep takes over. In one instantaneous moment, in a flash of motion which lasts no longer then a blink, the man becomes prone on his back, eyes closed. And then, following a pre-determined period of time, he awakens from his nightly escape and with a flick he stares once again. We now join the viewers on a special day. On this day, with his resting completed, the man begins to rise. But there is a hesitation, this morning his movement is visible, and his motion slower. A change can also bee seen in the man’s eyes, which no longer appear empty or lost in thought (for there is not much difference between the two). Somewhat confused they waver ever so slightly from their previously set position. Ever so slightly. Left, right, up, down, and ever degree in between. The more his eyes move the more confused he becomes. This quickly escalates to the point of fear, pure confused fear. At this same time a rumbling can be heard, originating from outside the four walls; a sound that is more vibration then audible noise. A motion that is felt more then heard. As his face becomes more and more distraught, so too does the sound increase. Growing to a deafening growl as the man’s face approaches unadulterated horror. The walls shake, the bed seems barely capable of remaining in its predetermined spot. His mouth opens, but is incapable of releasing sound; to great is his current mode. And at that very moment, his eyes close, and the white walls which surrounded him collapse inward.