“NaNoWriMo 2020 Pt. 16”

Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!

Additional note: In honour of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), all 30 stories written in the month of November will (hopefully) create a single multi-part story that will reach its conclusion by the end of the month. Stay tuned for a new story part every day!

Read the compiled NaNoWriMo TTtW story here!

Prompt: “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” – Edgar Allan Poe

MASON’S POV

Okay, I think that the water is finally out of my system. Then again, I almost hope that it isn’t, because this is one weird situation that I’m in.

The walls around me are all white. Honestly, it’s like I’m in a horror movie or something where everything is just too clean and perfect to be real. I mean I’m even wearing a hospital gown, so if that isn’t creepy, I don’t know what is.

I feel so sleepy, so lethargic, almost like I’m floating on clouds and being weighted down by rocks at the same time. Everything spins around me as I sit up.

Still, I don’t think that the water is doing this. The hallucinations that that kind of toxin causes are much more subtle than this.

No, this is something else.

Somehow, I manage to stand up. I stumble across the room to the door. Of course it’s locked. Did I really expect to be able to just walk out of here?

I press my face against the door’s window. The hallway is just white, with doors to other spaced apart just enough so that I can’t see into them at this angle.

I give the door a frustrated punch before slowly making my way around the room. I wish that Garrett was here. But I guess he only likes to make an appearance when the water’s in my system. Garrett always was a picky one. He always refused to eat red food. Something about it being bad luck. I feel like luck and red food aren’t related, seeing as my favourite food is red peppers and I’m still alive and Garrett’s never eaten anything red and he’s dead.

The walls of my room are completely smooth. No windows, no light switches, no nothing.

So, I return to my bed. Because what else is there to do other than stare at the single pot light in the plain, white ceiling and watch as it swirls around and around and around and around…

Final Comments: Hmm…

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