Seven | Book 1 (An EXO fiction)

17.

~Chapter 17: Grass is Always Greener~

The room is enormous.

The window is enormous.

The walls are enormous.

Is this room meant to hold some kind of huge beast? This room could comfortably hold like 2 full grown dragons, and yet I'm just a small person who takes up less than .001% of the space. There's no way I'm supposed to be in here alone. Perhaps I'm supposed to have a roommate or something.

Who am I kidding, no one else lives in this room. No one does yet, at least.

A blue jay flies near the window and sits perched on the ledge right in front of me. It looks at me curiously before flying away. I place the palm of my hand to the window. It must be nice to be a bird. We were right in front of each other, but the bird isn't trapped. That bird can leave and fly wherever it wants. I wonder how it feels to see a confined human from its eyes.

I wonder if I look like a trapped to human to Gaia eyes.

I sigh quietly and drop my hand; I tear my gaze away from the gigantic window and blink a few times to fix my burning dry eyes. I've been staring outside motionless for hours now. The garden outside is enormous, enormous and utterly beautiful.

As expected of the palace garden.

Everything is just so very big and beautiful, and while it's perfection is captivating it's just adding more towards how terrified I am.

I'm terrified, it's all so terrifying.

The bedroom itself is just as beautiful as the garden and the interior of the rest of castle. Clean, calm, and gorgeous. The walls are a striking blue that looks like the same color of the ocean. The same color I've seen on TV and in pictures. It's smooth to the touch and radiates a strange warmth that I didn't expect from an average wall. It's comforting only in the slightest way. The floor is smooth and tiled. Each tile a very light pearl pink, each one perfect and identical. Had I not stared hard at the ground in my first hours here, I would have thought it was just a strange shade of white.

In the middle of the room is a bed large enough to fit at least 20 people lying side by side. It's round and littered with lots of decorative pillows. The covers are white with swirls of brown and the same blue as the walls. The pillows varying in shape, size, and shades of white, blue, and light brown. It was as soft as how I'd imagined lying on clouds would feel. Like sleeping on nothing. I'd only touched it once since arriving though.

I haven't actually slept since I got here. The small naps at the window don't count. I have fallen asleep only because my body could no longer keep itself awake, but I never felt like I actually slept. Each nap was more like a slip into a dark void. I didn't dream. I didn't wake feeling refreshed. I honestly felt worse after each time I fell asleep, but it's impossible for me to not fall asleep even in my current stressed state. I just wish that I could finally find the motivation and exhaustion to really sleep, and dream, and reboot.

My body needs to reboot.

Why am I not a robot?

I've spent around 85% of my time here sitting here on the pillow-lined ledge that looks out at the expansive garden, not looking at the garden itself, but rather staring out into the sky. 5% went towards my slips into unfulfilling sleeps. The other 10% has been divided between using the restroom and halfheartedly exploring while standing up during my trips to and from the bathroom. It's all so beautiful, and had I not been thrown into this situation so suddenly I might have actually enjoyed looking around and finding out the secrets of the room.