White-wash hotel
Chapter one: Room 469
What? What is this?... We're supposed to...be...why...thought...how...
and...about...love?
I gasped, startled by the rapid scenes flashing by. I could only make out small snippets of the dialogue. When I came back to my senses, I saw blank white walls encasing my room. Where was I anyway? In my house, I have a pink room, and I don't even know where to start when it comes to my taste in fashionable things. This whole room was so... Plain.
I was currently sat on a stiff, white bed with-again-white sheets covering my torso. Next to me, there was a small wooden nightstand with a small book and 2 pencils. There was a clock hanging off to the left side of my room, and a washroom to the right housing a mirror and toiletries from what I could see. I peered down at myself and nearly gasped at the sight of my pale pink button up and light pink plaid pants. Okay, this is getting weird now.
Though I am usually a woman of logic, and I believe in scientific things rather than mumbo jumbo, I pinched myself all the same to reassure that I wasn't in a horribly outdated-and not to mention unfashionable-dream. A painful tingle shot down my hand. I guess not. As I climbed out of my bed, I slipped my feet into a pair of comfy bunny slippers.
You'd think I'd be panicking at this moment about my impending murder, wouldn't you? Well, apparently not. It seems that I am in a safely hospitable room with no sign of weaponry or necessity for incessant screaming. I think I'll save that for when I'm actually held hostage. I mean what kind of kidnapper takes their victims to a 3 star hotel? That's common logic, right? But anyway, I would still like to know where I am.
As I tiptoed past my door, I approached an elderly lady. She was just a few feet down the hallway from me. She had a kindly smile on her face, the kind you see on airplane assistants. Deciding not to be rude, I baited her no longer, "Excuse me mam, but where am I exactly?" The smile on the lady's face brightened as she cheerfully answered back, "Why, you're at whitewash hotel. Don't you remember?" As those words left her lips, I suddenly did remember. I was driving my car to this place and then... The rest of my memory was blank.
I was about to ask her where the way out was when she pointed behind her. Cafeteria, I read. Oh well, I guess I can't leave on an empty stomach, right? So I followed the sign before giving her one last wave. When I entered, no one else was present except for the cafeteria lady. I thought it was odd until I actually looked at the time-3:54 pm. Well that explains a lot. Once my hunger was satiated, I decided to head back to my own room. Until I realized I was lost. Luckily, I encountered the same lady again. She directed me to a bare wooden door with no number. Actually, I noticed that none of these rooms that I'd passed by bore numbers-they were all completely identical. Before she rounded the corner to leave she turned back to me, "By the way, that's room 469."