This was once an exercise given to us back in RHW by the person that went by the username Lancer.
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The room was an empty, windowless wooden box. The lone light source hanged above my head, a simple bulb dangling from its thin wire. Gazing around, the temperature played around between freezing or scalding. Randomly, always so random. The feeling of coarse wood under my fingers as I push myself to sit up straight wakes me from my groggy state. Water was always delivered, though because of the hectic temperature I can't be sure if my own tongue would get freezer burn or receive a nasty burn nor how I can be sure how the glass of water came. Possibly because of my inner thoughts of thirst? The air was filled with tiny little specks, like glimmering tiny stars. Dust mites float about my living space, sometimes growing to immense sizes for no reason, but it does give me a simple type of fun. Gigantic dust mites are incredibly bouncy,if they don't make you sneeze.
I always planned to escape but the solemn quiet in the room helps me think. Helps me overlook the physical bonds life outside has to offer...or to take. The world here is under my control. The randomness of this little room, this little world of mine,is simply my subconscious mind trying to free itself. And I let it. But who really has control over the hidden desires of the mind? I'm pretty sure I don't.
The temperature dropped again, I shivered slightly and felt the cold creep up my body, effectively sucking the heat from my body. Then again,I could always imagine the heat back. I smiled and gravity decided to let go. I floated in mid-air, weightless and freezing like the cold reaches of space, the dust floating made a great impression of stars floating about and the single light source in the room could probably have been the sun.
Gazing around the tiny room as I floated, I decided to curl up into a ball, to try and keep in the remaining heat I had left. I don't think the outside of this room is affected by my chaotic sub psyche but if it did, the world outside probably was devastated. No gravity? Temperature dropping down to near zero? Heck, the world would flip over. Nothing would make sense, scientists would get baffled and presidents forced to give speeches to comfort the masses. But fortunately, all of this awesome weird, random, chaotic power is confined in a eleven by eleven foot windowless wooden room.
The little bulb exploded within seconds after my thought had ended, shards of glass sliced through the air like knives, embedding themselves onto the walls and some on my flesh. The filament of the bulb was still lit as I turn my head to face it, shielding my face from the shards using my right forearm. My teeth chattered and gravity returned. No, it didn't return...a pull from the center of the room. Then for some reason, it expanded in a wide display of colors. Red, blue, green, and all in different hues. As if the black hole decided to puke the rainbow into existence. The room seemed to expand in a colorful yet violent way. The walls separated in a blink of an eye, twirling as they were flung into deep nothingness. The room outside seemed non-existent at this time, but who could say that this was the only world? The only real thing left? The outside world could be just a fantasy and this, reality.
I was left on the wooden floor, left to watch the dazzling colors above me take shape and flight. The colors filled the air, eventually slowing down and dispersing into tiny little specks of dust. The endless void around me shimmered with all these random colors. All so random, all so fun, I suppose?
Then in an instant, everything blacks out. My eyes open slowly to an empty wooden room. Using my arms for support, I push myself enough for me to sit up and look around. Nothing has changed--for now.
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