The Black Ocean

The low hums of possible machinery echoed from a distance coming from every direction. The eerie atmosphere led to a theme most of that like white noise with the occasional higher pitch light squeal of something far off away. The air was like a dense moist cloud that was almost viscous in nature. I could feel its weight fill my lungs. It had a jarring presence and seemed to resonate with everything including my own skull.

Waking from a dense haze hesitant to call a sleep or slumber. My eyes cracked open to a musou black painted sky. It was rather numbing and mind-boggling to try and comprehend any idea of three-dimensional space. However, the echoes made it sound like a large chamber.

I would have been terrified if I were not in the comfort of my own bed. Actually, I am in the comfort of my own bed. My same sheets and the same clothes I wore to sleep I had on. I was quite surprised. Now I was worried. The bed seemed to be tilting sideways ever so slightly. I looked out past the edges of my bed and saw the pitch-black sky stretched to the very extent of the horizon. And below the perceived sky was a black ocean that covered everything in sight. I could see as far as miles on this near still ocean. Despite everything being black and dark I could see as far as if it were a full moon on a clear night. My gaze slowly moved back to the edge of my bed. I slowly crawled to the edge of my bed and peered to the side to see what the bed was floating on.

Nothing. The Bed was directly floating on the black tinted ocean. I tried to see just how far I could look down and found that it had to be more than eighteen meters. I reached down to feel the water and felt it was cool and wet. I reached back and wiped my hands on the sheets and held it to try and warm my hands. The centre of my bed was still warm. I looked around and waited.

Some time had passed and every second seemed to drive me mad. A mental metronome was going off in my head whether for torture or to keep track of what even time could be; I knew I was stuck. Where am I? What brought my bed here? Did I drink too much? All these questions went through my mind.

Why? The last question was the farthest back I could think of. Why am I here and why does this exist? I sat and thought more and more about what this strange place was and if it were a dream. I figured I was in some sort of limbo and in between. I believe I am stuck between the dream world and the world of my own. I was in an abyss possibly in my mind or somewhere entirely alien to what I was used to. I lay on my bed thinking about why this place would exist and why it is an ocean. Why is everything black? Why is there no life in this ocean? I grew tired of thinking of all the possibilities and then a conclusion came to me. Is this death?

"The Dark Limbo, the last existence of where all entropy goes to decay?" I said. To my surprise my voice sounds deeper and more guttoral than normal. There was no echo and the reverberation in my voice was muted. It was like plucking a violin with your hand directly next to the strings. The horror of my own voice being dampened was only heightened by my attempt to scream. It was difficult to breathe from the heavy atmosphere almost like a liquid that I could breathe.

I figured I must simply be in an extremely vivid dream. I imagined as hard as I could so I could leave this place. I tried to force myself out. To no avail, I felt like a fool. What a clown I must have been to think I was in a dream I could control. If I cannot scream nor can I dream then what can I do?

To take a step back from the problem is sometimes the best way to solve a puzzle. I sat back and thought about all the things going on in my young life. So many little things to keep up with and so many times have I pushed things out of my thinking and left my problems aside from my main focus. Who are all the people I need to keep in touch with? I spent my free time trying to focus on all the things that were going on in my life.