You Are My Color

Back To Black (And White)

Matt woke up in a white, square room. Clean enough to be a hospital, but cozy enough not to be. Matt knew that he wasn't okay, and he remembered why, with a pang of sadness. He wiped his dreary eyes and stretched his arms.

He looked around the room, seeing that he was under some cozy blankets on a fairly large bed, in a corner of the plain room. It was cozy, with a rocking chair in the corner and the beautiful paintings of nature. He got up, pushing the blankets back in place after leaving their warmth, and found a wooden door. His bare feet padded on the cold, hardwood floors as he walked over to it. He opened it and found another wooden door labeled "bathroom", and went in after knocking three times.

He saw a tub with a small, rectangular note in it. The note read "Matt, bathe yourself and get clean." Matt didn't see any reason not to listen to the note. He pulled the note up off the bottom and put it on the toilet seat.

Matt stripped himself of his dirty clothes, and put them by the door. His shirt was muddy and it even had some blood on it. His jeans were ripped and dirtied as well. He wouldn't be wearing those again.

As he further inspected the bathroom, he noticed that a pair of pants were folded neatly under a plain black, short sleeve shirt. It looked like the pants might be a dark blue, but with most of the colors drained from his life, he couldn't really tell. On their left was a white towel that he guessed was for him.

Beside the pants there was a pair of white sneakers. There was another note beside them. "Matt, I'm sorry about your other shoes, but they have been thrown out. Please take these and the clothing offered as my condolences."

Matt knew it was strange, but he had no reason to question the person or persons that had written the note, so he just put the note back and went over to the nearly full tub, removing his boxers and stepping in.

The water was amazing. The warmth fled through him as if he were in a healing spring. He could practically feel his bones relax as he drew in a breath. He turned the water off and sank deeper into the safety of the water.

Matt knew that he had things to do, and information to obtain, so he only allowed himself to sit there pointlessly for about five minutes, then he got out and dried himself with the soft, white towel. He put the towel by his dirty clothes and moved to the new ones.

Under the shirt and on top of the jeans was a pair of black boxer briefs that he had not seen before. He slipped them on and then pulled the shirt over his head. He pulled the pants on, and noticed that they were quite snug on him, especially on his legs.

Matt was awake now, and he could  feel a small bit of excitement going through him as he slipped on the black ankle socks that were in the white sneakers. He pulled the sneakers on and tied them.

As he stood up, he noticed that the pants actually went down to the shoes, and you couldn't see any of his bruised ankles. "So I guess it's back to black and white for me." Matt thought as he stepped towards the door.