I wake up, groggily blinking the sleep out of my eyes. I try to remember anything but... nothing's coming to mind. I quickly sit up, all sleepiness gone. I scrutinize the tiny room I'm sitting in the middle of.
There's a hole in the ceiling with a cheap looking ladder coming down from the opening.
Should I go up it? I probably shouldn't, but I'm going to anyways.
When I am firmly standing on the grass, I smile. It feels good to be standing on grass. There's a purple binder close to my feet. I bend down and grab the delightfully colorful binder. Slowly, I open it.
There's a name in it, Peony. That sounds familiar. I think... that's... my name interesting. Wow, my name is the only thing on the only piece of paper in this binder. Such a waste.
I drop the binder on the ground and imprint the name Peony into my brain. Than, I begin to survey my surroundings. There are more binders on the ground but there are no other holes. Are there more people underground? Suddenly, it doesn't feel so good to stand here.
In the distance I can see a tree line.
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The Room
Science FictionThe Room is all I remember, all I know. What does this new world outside of The Room hold for me? Will I survive?
