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What a peaceful slumber. Resting in a sleeping chamber which held me in one place, all safe and snug with nothing to disturb me. But all of that ends here…

The sleeping chamber has clicked opened its door, releasing out all of the air inside of the metal box with a whoosh. The door folded into the side of the chamber as the shower of mist splashed across the front of the box. Then I was there, still snug up in the comfy and fluffy vertical bed, body strapped with a special expandable rope to avoid me falling down and planting my face o to the ground.

I was half naked, the only thing covering me is my underwear. I woke up with my first breath of fresh air inside the industrial white room, some scientific equipment is left unguarded on the table full of papers, files and pictures. I slowly opened my soft eyes and lightly and carefully rubbed them as to clear up my blurry vision from that long, peaceful slumber.

I unstrapped myself from the sleeping chamber and took my first step of what seems like centuries, feeling the dew drops of the mist that created not while ago. Everything is white, just like the feeling when you're alone in a quiet hospital, seeing all of the confusing equipment around you. It's just like in the movie I watched yesterday, where somebody has to escape from the lonely and quiet hospital they woke up from. Talking about yesterday, I wondered how many days I've sleep in there, talking a glance at the aesthetically and symmetrically crafted sleeping chamber. It was truly a gorgeous masterpiece, talking a better look of it.