Losing Momentum
I'm cold. The ground is cold. I open my eyes.
What?
I am propped up against a brick wall. I look back and see a decaying building. Everything I see is a version of grey. The fense, the road, even the trees. My legs tremble as I try to stand. I regain my composure and look around again.
Where am I?
I can't move my feet I am wearing ballet shoes. Why is that? I take them off and leave them on a windowsill. I don't know where I am or how I got here. The last thing I remember was hiking. It was nice. I look around for something, maybe something to eat. There is nothing. I decide to walk around the building.
Why am I here? What am I doing? Why am I so hungry?
I shouldn't be looking for food, I should be getting ready for my date tonight. I should be at home with my dog. I should be anywhere but here.
There is nothing around the building. I walk around until I am faced with a stone archway and a set of stairs. The entrance is majestic, far too nice for this area. It echos a time long gone where this place was something more. Somewhere worth being. I grab the railing and walk up the staircase. I push through the rotted door and enter.
Why is this here? Better yet, how is this here?
The library is spotless. As far as I can see there is no dust on any of the endless books presented before me. I wonder through the stacks. There are books in every language imaginable, and a few languages beyond imagination. I expect that someone should be here, but I cannot find any traces of human life. Even worse, I still can't find any food. I grab scissors and a bag from a desk in the center of the building and leave.
I am exhausted.
I see a rabbit pop out from a bush. Maybe I can eat that. My legs tremble, but this time from exhaustion.
Why am I so… My mind drifts. I am drift... I am turning grey. Why am I turning grey? Why do I feel so weird? What is? What am? What?
The woman, now broken, walks off into the night. She is still hungry.