BWC: Dark room

I blink my eyes open and it's all so surreal. I grab a hold of the couch for support and help myself up. I look around the ominous room with a musky stench still lingering lightly in the air from unknown odors. As I stumble around attempting to make out the obstacles in my dimly lit path, my palms are getting sweaty and I can feel little droplets forming on my forehead, ready to streak down my face.

Now I'm on my knees, slowly feeling my way down the hardwood floors of someone's hallway. I don't question where I am, nor where I should be. In that moment, you can dawdle on questions that only invite doubt and second thoughts into your mind or you can focus on the more important task at hand. But in actuality, it became exceedingly difficult to focus due to the throbbing headache that seemed to be pulsating through my entire body.

After what seemed to be 45 minutes of crawling, I finally reach the opaque white door obstructing me from my prize. I get up off my knees and hesitate while reaching for the knob, it was then did I allow uncertainty to occupy between the creases and crevasses in my brain. No. Stop. My fight or flight instinct grips a hold of me, and trembling, I find myself extending my arm and reaching for the knob once more. Meticulously and with state of the art precision, I carefully open the door in complete golden silence.

I cross the border frame into the darkened room and close the door behind me. Then it hits me, a quiet buzz that pierces the symphony of my golden silence. A whistling snore drowns out the metronome like ticking of the wall clock and signals the presence of a sleeping giant. I swallow the pool of salvia in one gulp and feel my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach and fall out my butt.

Refusing to believe I would have ever made it this far, I failed to plan ahead on what to do after I made it into the humid room of horror. The room is completely dark except for the fluorescent red digits from the digital alarm. It reads 4:67AM, which is obviously impossible. But then again, after what I put in my body last night, flying pigs and ending world hunger seemed likely to happen.

I gather the remainder of my courage and proceed to navigate my way through the pink carpeted room, in search of the underlying factor that will determine how the rest of my night will play out. I scan the red-tinted room and spot the nightstand drawer. Tip toeing over, all my senses become heightened and I am suddenly aware of everything. I feel every sensation as my feet slowly creeps right after left. The soft crunch from the pressure of my weight on the overly-padded carpet became rhythmical. Carefully, I open the drawer and search for my prize. I find the box, and leave just as quietly as I came.