Random Short Stories/Poems

Perfect

One day I woke up in an all-white room.

White, silky sheets. White walls. White pillow covers. White bedside lamp. White door. White floor. White closet.

I got dressed in my all-white clothes and I went outside.

People drove identical silver cars past all white buildings. The sky was all-blue; not a single cloud to be seen. The grass was gleaming, not too short, not too tall, a not too bright, not too dull, shade of green.

The sky was lit by an unseen source. I saw no sun, I saw no shadows. 

The roads were all-white. No intersections, no curves. Everyone seemed to go the same direction.

Faces of passersby are happy; why are they so happy? Their smiles feel plastic and their eyes look straight ahead. I stand, bewildered.

Is this heaven, or is this hell? Should I be walking alongside them?

I feel my face. A smile is plastered there as well. Why am I smiling? I don't feel happy. I feel scared. Where's my family? My friends?

As quick as this all happens, time seems to stand still. The machine-like world continues to rotate, but my feet are glued to the ground.

I regain myself. A dream, or the afterlife, whichever this is, I know what to do.

I jump in front of a car.

The world was not designed for this. It passes clean through. I feel like a character in an underdeveloped game.

I start walking the wrong way down a one-way road.

But I find myself turned around.

I can no longer speak. My legs won't stop.

Days and days pass. My body aches with the pain of a thousand daggers. I keep walking. I keep smiling. I want to scream for help.

I pass by a bewildered looking boy in all-white.

Help me.

He doesn't hear.