Slowly, the room came into focus.
Four walls appeared yet depending on where one viewed the room it seemed rectangle or square.
There now was a bookshelf, pictures of mysterious faces, and shelves with random items spread about them. Each piece had its own story, its own life yet now they were frozen in time.
Pictures hung on the walls, the décor was vibrant, however, a
white wooden panel door was the only exit.
In the middle of the room a yielded a blue couch.
On it laid a man on his back looking up towards the ceiling.
He blinked.
“Who is there?” He asked the
room, “I know you are there.”
He sat up yet hunched over, peering from corner to corner.
“I know you are there! I can feel
you!” He shouted, his voice echoing off the four walls.
He rose from the crouch moving from corner to corner like a caged animal.
“I have been sitting here, waiting, for what!?” he lashed at his unseen tormenter, “Why can’t you say anything?”
Frustrated, he sat back down. “Fine.” he thought, knowing that his thoughts would be eventually be read telepathically.
He could not remember a time before this room and could no longer remember how long he has been there only specific events.
One such day was when he could feel hundreds of unseen eyes watching him. Some of these ghosts left symbols on the walls. A few thumbs up and one heart. He couldn’t understand why, nor the reason for his existence.
Did he live only to hold this place in time?
His thoughts continued.
Would this room exist if I did not occupy this space or would something else be holding this point in place?
He peered up to the ceiling once again.
Part of him felt honored someone stopped to visit but felt saddened that they will not stay forever. They can’t; there are other rooms they must visit in the time they have remaining.
He, however, will be trapped in this world forever…
Soon, the visitor will leave, and the room would fade from view.
Yet now a copy of that room might now live deep in the visitors subconscious.
.. the life in a digital age…
I’ve been in that room…….