The following morning, Trinity woke up in a panic, not quite sure why. As she lay in her bed, still waking up, she started to remember some of last night's events.
"Thank god it's Saturday," she groaned, getting up and scratching her head slowly. It was only when Trinity looked out her window that she realized that the room she was in, though exactly like hers, wasn't actually her room.
"Shut up Trinity, of course it's your room… the city's just not awake yet," she said harshly, trying to distract herself from the feeling of panic slowly rising in her throat.
While everything in the room seemed too real to be true, the world outside her window seemed to be totally flat, like it wasn't even trying to be real. Finding herself becoming confused, trinity opened her window and stuck her hand outside. Or tried to, because what her hand encountered was not empty air but something solid, with the world outside only an image on its surface.
"The window isn't a window," she murmured, stepping back in a daze. "The world isn't the world and nothing is what it seems to be."
Fully going into shock now, Trinity spun in a crazy dance in the middle of the room, laughing on the verge of hysterics. "And contrariwise, everything is what it isn't!"
Suddenly, Trinity stopped dancing. "And is the door a door?" she cried, tears now running down her cheeks. "Is the fucking door a fucking door or have I gone fucking crazy and nobody fucking knows it but me?" Collapsing in a tear-sodden heap, Trinity crawled to a corner and huddled there, eyeing the door.
She wanted to open it, see what was behind it, but she was afraid there would be nothing behind it, that it would be a door only pretending to be a door. A sham, a lie, a poor substitute for reality. Trinity counted her heartbeat as she debated the door and getting up.
"But perhaps the reality lies beyond the door," she murmured softly to herself, rocking back and forth. "If this room is too real to be true, and the outside world is obviously not true, the truth might be beyond the door."
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Trinity got up and walked over to the door. She put her hand on the knob, a perfectly round, perfectly shining knob reflecting the room back at her in the distorted manner common to curved metallic surfaces, and turned. And was almost blinded by the light that her eyes encountered, light that flooded the room and erased everything in its path like a wave of shimmering whiteness. Along with the light came the sensation of drowning, and everything was turning red and blurry but Trinity didn't care. She felt her conciousness slip from her, but she smiled just the same because she knew, somehow, that the white light she had seen was real. Really really real, and that was worth drowning in red for.
"Trinity. Trinity. Wake up. Wake up Trinity."
Trinity opened her eyes groggily. She was…. lying down…. And someone was telling her to wake up. Her mother? No, it was a man's voice….
"Who-" she started, but found her voice feeling strangely scratchy, as if long unused.
She decided to focus on the more important question. "Where?"
A cool hand was laid on her forehead. "Where things are really true. Rest now, you'll understand soon."
Trinity tired to open her eyes to look at the voice but found she couldn't see anything when she opened them. Almost like a blind newborn kitten she thought hazily, before drifting off, feeling comforted.