Literature
The Room
Whiteness… That’s all I take in as I open my eyes. A Shiny desk lay before me, with a single steel chair. I sit up slowly my back creaking like old floor boards.my head spins as I pull myself up to my feet, taking in the fact that the room has no viable doors or windows.
There are no sounds... No birds, not even the hum of electricity. I take a few steps dragging the chair with a horrible screech, then sliding on to it and examining then desk. ‘Hmmm.’ I think to myself as I spot the paper laying before me. I’d decide against looking at it and sit tapping my fingers, as my eyes catch the seal of a door in front