White.

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Off- on- off- on

The blanket that enveloped me was too thick, but the air surrounding me was too cold. Frustrated, I kicked the fabric off myself and sat up. Rubbing my eyes with the palm of my hand, the other reaching out for my mobile phone, wanting to know the time. My hand grazed over thin air, nothingness. A bit shocked by this, I opened both my eyes, and surveyed the area. It was a void. An empty void.

There was no bed, no blanket. Only a piece of finely cut paper, it read:

"You have been banned from existence."

Curious, I picked it up, still sitting on the ground. It was hand-written, with neat handwriting. In addition to this, it's in script, each letter seemed as though it was written with utmost care. 'Interesting...' I thought, folding the paper, stuffing it in my-

Sigh. Pockets, I don't have any. I'm still in my sleepwear.

As my feet began to feel sore from sitting for god knows how long, I decide to stand up for a little stroll. If this place even had the concept of time and place, that is.

I looked around the soulless environment. It was getting to me, I think-the emptiness, deafening silence. I wondered what would happen to me if nothing ever does. I missed the sound of human life, "Something's bound to happen eventually. God, I hope this is a dream."

Fumbling around with the paper, I could feel myself slowly delving into some sort of sadness I've never experienced before. "I wonder if people rea-" Then it hit me.

"What if I'm dead?" I gasped, my eyes widening from the thought.