Delirus

 I open my eyes as I hear footsteps coming from somewhere...I don't know where they are coming from, but I know they are there. I look at the white walls, which seem to twinkle in the little moon light which is gliding into the room through a tiny circular window on the ceiling. I feel puzzled.Where am I ? I do not recognize this place...or do I ? I decide to take a closer look around before making stupid assumptions. My bed feels unnaturally soft, and I bounce up a few times, in the hopes that it would tell me where I am, but my bed doesn't talk to me. There is a table across the room from me, maybe 2 or 3 meters away, so I stand and as I do so, I feel something rub against both my feet. I look down, and see I am wearing socks, white socks, socks which I have never seen before.... but I'm wearing them, so I guess they are mine after all. I reach the table, and knock on it a few times, almost expecting something to happen, but nothing happens. There is a paper and pencil on the table. I grab the paper and read what it says... but there is nothing on the paper, at least not anymore because I'm sure there was a few seconds ago. So i sit on the small white stool, in the small white room , with a bouncy white bed in it, and I being to write. I write a simple sentence,   'Where am I ? ' I stare blankly at the piece of paper, and nothing changes, so I decide to put my head down for a second and rest my eyes. After what feels like a few moments, but god knows how much time had passed, I open my eyes and look at the paper. ' You are trapped.' My heart begins to race. Who wrote this ? I begin to breathe rapidly. Where am I ? The door behind me opens. I turn around... I hadn't noticed there was a door at all previously, nor had I noticed that one of the walls wasn't white. In fact that wall is made of glass. It is a glass I can't see through... nor can I see my reflection in it because it is made of pure black, but for some reason I know it is glass. There is a woman at the door, with the most heart warming smile I have ever seen, her white teeth perfectly matching her white dress... or white lab coat I should say, but it looks more like a dress. I have no idea who she is, but she is smiling, so I smile too. She asks me if everything is alright, as she had heard me shout. I say everything is fine, and that I wasn't the one who shouted. She doesn't seem very happy with the answer I have given her, and that makes me somewhat sad... at least I think this is what being sad feels like, as I have no memory of being sad before...in fact I have little memory of anything but for some reason that doesn't bother me. The woman is now gone, and I look back at my piece of paper... which isn't there anymore. This makes me feel uncomfortable, insecure, or at least I think thats what I'm feeling right now. I'm sure I was writing on it a few moments ago...I am now in bed, waiting fall to asleep, under the white sheets, with my white clothes, on the white bed, in the white room, under the white moonlight.

Beyond the black glass is a doctor in a white lab coat, standing next to the woman, who had previously gone into the white room. She asks him if the man is improving. He doesn't reply at first, and after thinking about it for a while, he tells her that the man will never improve. He exhales,  then tells her to call the man's family, and ask them if they want to proceed with the only step possible to stop his suffering.

A sharp pain in my wrist wakes me up, and I see a woman shining under bright white light, with the most heart warming smile I have ever seen, in a white dress... or white lab coat I should say, but it looks more like a dress. I have no idea who she is, but she is smiling, so I smile too. I ask her why she is placing a needle in my wrist, for this is something that is causing me huge amounts of pain. She tells me not to worry. She places a mask over my mouth.She tells me everything is going to be fine. I can hear a machine beeping in the background.... it seems to be in rhythm with my heartbeat, which amuses me. She tells me that soon I will be free to leave. I'm happy that I will be leaving this place soon, even though I have no idea where I am. She tells me to close my eyes and sleep. And that is what I do. I gently rest my eyes, listening to the machine beeping in the background, and I can't help but smile. I can't hear the beep anymore. Soon I will be free.