A room full of mazes. I remember puzzle pieces etched into the wall, peeling then slipping out of place; slowly wafting through the air till they touched ground. But what does it mean?
"It's morning now, Fletcher, wake up!" hummed a delightful voice. Sweet like thick honey on dry crackers.
Darkness. Slight prosthetic lighting beamed down on the walls, highlighting the gray splotches of random shape. My head is heavy. My body can merely swing from side to side as I push my feet forward. What does this place do to me? I feel drugged. My vision about as messed up as my head. Everything's too unclear.
"WILL YOU JUST-" the voice grew more irritated. Her fingers took hold and ripped open the curtains. Right as she turned to drastically wake up the sleeping man a pillow smacked her straight in the face, abruptly stopping her mid sentence.
"I'm awake. Leave me alone!"
If only I could...remember.
"Haaaa-YOU JACKASS! How many more times are you going to do this to me, HUH!? I go through so much trouble to make breakfast for YOU-and I even wake YOU up! You got some real nerve Fletch, some real shitty nerve!"
There's a woman in the room, who's voice strongly resembles that of a tea pot hissing. That would be Marya, a student from the school I let stay here. She's kind and does a lot of great things for me. For example she cooks and cleans and even folds my laundry! And like she said, I'm a real jackass.
