The Anonymous

Chapter 3: The Next Day

Slowly waking up, I felt both groggy and comfortable. The bed was so soft, and the sheets felt like butter... no, silk on my skin. My eyes opened to a beautiful queen-sized bed. It was round covered with light-sliver satin sheets. In fact, the entire bed even the pillows had smooth silk material encapsulating it. Although I felt like shit, I had the best sleep of my entire life.I found myself at the center of the bed because all the pillows were bunched-up at the top.

A wave of nausea and dizziness overtook me. I had a hell of a hangover. The idea of having a hangover was quite peculiar to me, I almost never get one. Unless I went too far last night. Perhaps my headache was due to dehydration. As I look towards the night table and noticed a glass of water placed in the center.  The distance between the night table and the bed felt so far away because of how massive the bed was. I slowly crawled to retrieve the water. Refreshing cold liquids running through my body made me feel relieved my headache. As I stood up, the cold marble floor was torturous to my feet. The air in the room was cool yet soothing. I used the night table for support which was cold-to-the-touch, yet smooth. It also felt like it was made out of glass. With every step, the cool glass-like surface tortured my feet. The window seemed so far away.

I literally, felt like Alice in Wonder Land, trying to make my way through this mansion of a room. Finally, reaching the window, it took all my strength to move the ridiculously long dark curtains. The curtains opened unleashing the rays of the sun exposing my eyes to the very sunny clear skies of New York City.  The view was extraordinary, I saw over even the tallest of skyscrapers, basically almost all of Midtown towards upper Manhattan. It was truly breath-taking, and I didn't want to take my eyes away. The sunlight eliminated in the room making everything that was once in the shade, visible in the light. But we're the fuck was I? I felt so drained and tired. Unfortunately, I just don't have the energy to deal with this new problem in front of me, I'd rather go back to sleep on the soft silky bed. Maybe hope that this is all a dream. But, hell, I can't remember anything from last night. Examining the room, I analyzed my rather perplexing situation.

As I opened the door, I looked down the massive corridor. The color scheme was neutral beige and marble floors to match, similar to the room, interesting. I said to myself venturing down the corridor to a huge double glass door exposing a balcony with another breath-taking view. Frustration and annoyance swept over me--- I couldn't find the exit to this place. Quickly running back down the corridor, I came upon a larger staircase smacked right-in-between another corridor. "How big is this place?"  I thought to myself.

The railing on the staircase was glass and marble with a mix of light green. I walked slowly down the steps; it seems to go on forever. At the bottom of the staircase, I looked down and saw what looked like another corridor rolling my eyes. I turned to my right and saw the sunken-in living room equipped with another extraordinary view. The Kitchen was behind me. It followed the same marble style. The only thing that was semi-different was the stainless-steel appliances; such as the refrigerator, sink, stove, dishwasher, and microwave. God this place is boring, yet beautiful, but boring. The only aspect that was extremely different in the décor, was the green flowers at the center of the kitchen island.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening caught my attention; I looked around and ran towards the closest thing that could conceal me, a sculpture of a naked woman with no arms. That idea soon became unrealistic, as I realized I could be seen. Everything in this apartment is beige, and I'm the furthest away from that color. As a final resort, I ran behind the huge kitchen-island.  The footstep soon grew closer and closer, my heart began to race faster and faster. Nervous, I specked my head up. Luckily, my head was hidden behind the vase of green chrysanthemums. Hidden behind the flowers, I saw him. My eyes fell on his grey sweatpants. "He must live here," I thought to myself. Slowly my gaze traveled up towards his white shirt.  Then to his hair, it was dark brown, almost black. He has too much hair for a guy.  As he turned to his left towards the stairs, I flinched in fright and fell down, back first. This got his attention, as he immediately walked around the island. As I lay on the floor with my arms spread-out looking up at the ceiling. The ceiling was annoyingly high-up with exquisitely detailed handcrafted patterns, engulfing the entire ceiling. I notice there were faint colors of pale green hidden subtly in each design. I thought to myself "Well, it looks like my time has come".