The White Room

The white light momentarily blinds me and I have to shut my eyes.

When I venture to open them again, what I see is all wrong.


I shouldn't be here.

I've not got anything wrong with me.  Have I?




Who am I?

I can't remember a thing.


I look around the room and see white walls, white ceiling, white furniture.

The person who designed this place should be sacked.


Then a thought occurs.

Who are these people around me?

They look like they are about to cry.



Then all I can see is darkness.

The End

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