In the White Room

A man who knows nothing about himself (or even what he looks like) wakes up in a white room.
Why is he here?
And who is this man in black that seems to visit him?

... then I woke up...

I saw nothing but a white and painful blur of light. Its unbearable. I tried to clover my eyes with my hand, but it could only work so well. The shine was just that strong.

I tried to get an understanding of my location by feeling around. Which ment I was practically crawling around with one hand covering my eyes and the other patting the ground.

Immediately after I started I struct a wall, but the interesting thing about it was that the wall was curved. I followed the junction of the wall and the floor and after a few moments of crawling I figured out that the room was shaped like an cylinder.

Still laying on the ground and practically blind, I tried to strech my entire body inorder to get a rough estimate of the diameter of the room.

...grunt....grunt...

My finger barely skimed the other side, meaning that the diameter was roughly 3 meters.

I slowly removed my hand from my eyes and was finally able to ajust to the lighting, however I still couldn't see perfectly well. I looked up and could tell that the source of the light came from the ceiling, though I couldn't tell if it there was a light bulb up there.

I sat up and leaned against the wall..

..."Where am I?" I finally asked myself...

I tried to think of what happened before this moment, but I couldn't remember a thing...

...or anything for that matter...

 

Before I could ponder this thought even more a door opened, and my vision blurred yet again...

...I tried very hard to see who came in, but all I could see was a fuzzy image of a man standing before me...

The End

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