Trapped

Chapter 5

I woke up to harsh lights nearly blinding me.

I groaned and then proceeded to close my eyes shut.

Sage.

I abruptly sat up from my bed, which immediately caused me to feel light headed.

I took several slow, deep breathes and tried to keep as still as possible, waiting for the dizziness to pass.

Once I felt better I thought about Sage. Did that dream actually happen?

As freaky as it was, it was also a very exciting experience.

Something to look forward to, I thought.

That is, if I could pull off another lucid dream.

I recall Sage telling me that to lucid dream to a space where you could meet fellow dreamers in a single attempt is unheard of.

What could this mean?, I wondered.

And who is Sage? How does he spend his time when awake?

I had so many questions that my head was starting to spin.

I shook my head gently.

I knew as of now, the most important question was how to spend my waking time before I can fall sleep again.

I had no way of telling whether it was night or day or even the time.

Being here felt timeless, but not the good kind.

I looked around my room. Besides the bed, I did not see any more furntitu-

Wait a minute.

To my left was a bathroom.

Was that always there? I wondered.

I could have sworn that was never there when I first entered the room.

Seeing the bathroom reminded me that it has been many hours since I have answered natures call.

My stomach growled.

I trotted towards the bathroom, eager to see what it looked like up close. And to also use its contents of course.

I was disappointed.

It was a tiny bathroom that had a white flushing toilet, and an average-sized sink. No cabinets and no condiments to use.

I wasn't sure why I expected a little more considering I was being held captive, but no shower and toothbrush? I was bound to reek in no time.

I decided to use the toilet and in a matter of seconds, my concerns evaporated.

I did not realize using the toilet could feel this great, even in solitary confinement.

It felt so good I simply sat there for another 10 or so minutes before flushing and washing up in the sink.

10 minutes.

My heart dropped. I still had many more hours to kill.

I slinked off to the center of the room and sat with my back against a wall.

At least the floor and walls are comfortable, I thought.

Just when I was about to consider exercising, I heard some footsteps.

I froze.

Begonia stepped into my room through a door that blended very well with the rest of the walls.

I will make a mental note.

Begonia looked me up and down and scrunched his nose.

"I was going to say good morning, but it probably doesn't feel that way to you. You don't smell great."