I don't remember how I got here, but here I am. Everything is white; a bright, headache-inducing white. There's no exit to this room, just white walls, white floor, white ceiling.
My mind is fuzzy. I don't know why I'm here, or who brought me here. All I see is white. I don't know what's going on, yet I feel anxious. I feel like something horrible and miserable is about to happen.
The blinding walls make me curious. They appear to have no texture, just a smooth, even, white wall. I take a step forward toward one wall. It seems to slide backwards as I step. I turn and walk towards a wall to my right. That, too, seems to slide backwards with each step.
I turn around, expecting to be far from the wall originally to my left. However, it seems that I'm in the same place. No matter how many steps I take, I stay still. The brightness of the walls make my head even fuzzier.
I look down and reach for the floor, dying to learn the texture of the colorless room. My back refuses to bend as I reach down, my fingers stretching as much as they can.
I can barely think about anything besides white.
The white walls...
The white walls
The white walls
A tear streaks down my cheek. The white room scares me. I don't like it here. Though, nothing happens when I try to move. It won't let me free. It won't let go. I'm a prisoner in here.
In the white room

-Rainbow