In the Waiting Room

I wake up in a waiting room. Six blue seats on either side of the room lined perfectly. I’m in the one farthest to the entrance of the room, I am the only one here. I look to my side to see an old stereo on a coffee table with a trashcan underneath. A door leading to a bathroom is next to the table. This whole place seems odd, how did i get here? what am i doing here?

The room is lit with fluorescent bulbs, cheap floating ceiling is everywhere along with white walls and a carpeted floor. the sound of the lights above is the only thing to break the noise in the room, everything is dead quiet.

My entire body feels powerless, It’s a tiredness that consumes my limbs with no energy to lift or move them. I can simply move my head and look around to see my surroundings. So familiar yet i cannot place the exact location of where i truly am.

hours pass as i become able to move again, restored motor functions im becoming mobile again, I move my hand to the stereo and try to turn it on, static begins to chirp out the box as i turn to knobs and hear nothing. eventually i give up and take to standing. feeling woozy i move to the door labelled bathroom and open it to find a closet sized area with a toilet and sink. i quickly rush to the sink and wash my face. feeling the cold water is revitalizing at first until it begins to numb my lips and cheeks. feeling a little more able to move i head out to try and find out just where i am.

there’s three doors that lead to separate places opposite to the bathroom in the “waiting area that i later named after being wakened to this place. there’s a door on either side and one big door right in front of me, i believe it to be the entrance yet it is locked and i do not have the strength to break it any t...

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...before. The waiting room chairs seemed like the only option in this case since I’d rather use the bed solely for sleeping and not trying to block out oppressive thoughts.

The metal frame of the chair was cold, it first froze me instantly but after being there long enough it rose to my body’s temperature and began to be bearable. I didn’t want to close my eyes at this point and tried harder than ever to keep them open for as long as possible. They began to burn after a certain point but nothing can amount to what I felt when I closed them. It’s as if the sleep and loss of light was draining me, taking me from my body and ripping my soul to another point in space. I fought for the pain not to come and yet I knew this was already a losing battle. I needed more than light to keep me going I needed thoughts, well orchestrated happy thoughts. So I began to dig, dig deep.