what did it want. what does it want. |
feel the room imagine an empty room. well, not entirely empty. there's you, a mirror, and maybe a plant. it's an areca palm. the walls are a plain white. or perhaps they're beige. it's hard to tell in this light. ah. the light. its dark. but the light has no absence. it's there most definitely just very dim the floors are a fresh walnut oak comforting, but cold. just the right amount of cold. the amount of cold that causes balance that causes one to snuggle up to the other but not the cold you'd want to wake up to. you can tell it's cold because you have no socks. no socks, no shoes. your outfit is a large gown. it looks a bit like one from a hospital, but not nearly as itchy. it's made of fabric, not paper. maybe there is a bee in the room as well. you're a little scared. you don't want to get stung so you try to ignore the bee. it's not working. there is also a window its adjacent to the wall the mirrors on; the one your staring at and the window is in the center of the wall. both in its distance from the ceiling and wall there are no shades nor curtains on the window. you can see right through it but to look through the window you look through the mirror you won't turn around you refuse to as i describe this room and you imagine it i list off more items in the room there is another item i haven't mentioned no item but a figure. it sees you you see it not directly but through the mirror. it has done nothing to you yet. but you refuse to move refuse to turn refuse to breathe, even no wait, you are breathing. you're just so quiet that i couldn't tell. you can breathe heavier you know. it knows you need to breathe you're not hiding its already found you not found. it knew where you were all along it has been there you knew that you just refused to believe it. you refused to believe something right in front of you. you recall this memory the creature can hear your thoughts it chuckles you chuckle back. it seems to do no harm you turn and wave it likes you you don't know what you think it knows what you think it whispers into your ear some words words you do not understand your confused it knows that you will understand those words soon you realize something there is no door in this room the window doesn't seem like it would open either there is no opener. how did you get in? doesn't matter nothing does. it tells you this you forgot for a moment, you forgot it knows what you think it knows better than you it's funny you want to figure it out you don't have enough time "don't say that" it whispers again you understood it that time "there is all the time here. here is eternal. here is you" it points a long finger to your heart pushing it in a little harshly. you blink it's gone your alone well, the bee is still here but its busy with the areca palm. plants are living creatures, and bees are too. the plant and bee have each other you have no one. you are left with you this is your imagination as long as you did what i asked. that... thing... it wants you to understand you are the room. you can hold it in your hand. but if you did that you would probably die. but it's just guessing. it doesn't really know. not a clue it whispers again, "you can try." reach reach reach reach reach reach reach. grab and pull bottle the feeling it was right. that hurt. what was i feeling. "you are not trapped. just stop imagining" 'the room' charlie simmons 11/13/2020 10:13 pm quit |