Where am I?
Who am I?
Should I be dead?
Should I feel numb?
I decide to stop asking myself questions, it's not helping.
I look down at my wrist, surprised to find a new wristband with new words on it.
'GP7. FORMER NAME: ANNA MAE ARANGALE AGE:10 WEIGHT:71.3lbs CONDITION: UNIDENTIFIED'
Wow. That's reassuring. - not -
I look around me, and find that my room is not white, but such a light powder pink that I barely notice. I notice a small table in a order of the room. It has something on it, but I can't tell what it is. I get down off of my bed and discover that the floor is squishy. It's like walking on a cloud.
I finally reach the table and notice that it is a pack of gum with a note taped to it. It reads:
Anna,
I have to go away for a while. I promise I will make it back for your birthday party. Be cooperative. Thanks for reading this.
Love Danica
P.S. THIS GUM HAS SUGAR. YOU'RE WELCOME
I quickly pop a piece into my mouth and discover it tastes like mint ice cream. Almost instantly I feel stronger than I've ever felt. This gum doesn't just have sugar in it. It's got something else too. But I don't know what and have no intention of finding out.
I punch the floor, since it's soft, and puffs of billowy floor rises up to greet me. I find this very entertaining until a woman with long blond hair that looks in her mid twenties opens the door.
She looks offended, "What are you doing!?!?"
I decide to answer cooly instead of retaliating harshly, "I was entertaining myself with your fluffy floor." I try to sound as innocent as possible.
She sighs,"Follow me." She leads me toward a room not unlike my other room. "I left something at the other room." I say as I realize I left my special gum in that other room.
She reluctantly takes me back and I snatch my gum. "Okay, let's go." she seems nice enough.
We get to my room and she asks if I need anything.
"Like what?" I said to her.
"Well, are you hungry or thirsty?" She was surprised at my answer.
"Oh, I'm very hungry."
"What would you like to eat? May I recommend the bacon cheeseburger?"
"What's a bacon cheeseburger?" I had never even heard those names, I didn't know what they meant.
She gasps and smiles. "Well we are going to get you one downstairs and you are going to LOVE it." I smile too, because hers are contagious, like Danica's.
Danica.
Where is Danica?
The thought of her makes me want to cry, but I don't.
As we walk I ask, "Do you know a lady named Danica?"
"Let's see... "she says," Danica, Danica, Danica. Ah, yes. She was the nice one with dark hair, correct?"
"Yes, that's her. Do you know where she is?"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't." It is right now I realize that she has the slightest Australian accent. Only just, though.
"Oh, OK, thanks though."
When the lady opens the door to the food place, it's huge.
I mean, HUGE.
Like the Galleria mall in Texas, only on one floor instead of five.
How did I know that?
We walk up to a place with the name 'Ron's Burgers'. She orders me the bacon cheeseburger I keep hearing about and then walks off to another place called Subway. They prepare the food right in front of us as she tells them what she wants on her 'sandwich'.
She gets the bag containing her food and we walk back over to my burger place. The man asks her for her hospital card, which she hands over a customized pink card. Now she leads us over to an empty booth (the place is nearly full) and she sits opposite of me.
She starts eating, and tells me to unwrap the greasy package. It smells good, though.
I decide to take a chance and open it. There are two circular pieces of bread, and in between them are a slice of tomato, lettuce, what I think is cheese, and dark brown meat patties that she tells me is ground beef. Oh, and then there's the red sticks which are called bacon.
I take a bite, and a mouthful of flavors hits my tounge. It's marvelous.
"What is your name?" I manage to stop myself from eating before talking.
"I'm Anna." The name strikes me hard. Now I see her resemblance to me. Long dirty blond hair and aqua eyes. Not necessarily short, but not that tall either. "Why don't you try the fries? They're delicious."
She pulls a small package filled with light yellow potato sticks. Oh wait, they are fries. I forgot.
I try one, too. They're pretty good, but not as good as the burger. I finish my meal in silence as Anna (the name still strikes me with pain) chatters on and on about how good all the food places are here.
That's one difference between me and her, she likes to talk. A LOT.
I'm hoping that she is a dream, and that she will be gone when I wake.
