My eyes popped open. I’m alive! I’m still shirtless and still strapped to the table which is now in an upright position. It’s pretty damn cool in the white wall room. At least my shorts weren’t removed and there’s no pain in my anal region.
I can finally turn my head. For the first time, I can see a little more of the white wall room. The overhead lights are shining down on me as if I was a priceless statue in a museum.
The portion of the wall which I can see suggest that the room is either circular or oval. The floor is probably some type of alien tile. On the wall across from me is a holographic panel next to a section of wall that looked like a giant milky membrane. It must be a door.
The last thing I remember was being in my car and being told by an old alien, ‘You are now supreme’. Everything else is foggy. What did that mean? What did they do to me?
I didn’t know what else they had planned for me. I really needed to get off this table before they came back. I’m sure there were more than the three who were in the room with me. Then something amazing happened.
I thought about getting off the table and whatever was immobilizing me disappeared. I could finally move. I stepped down and stretched. Damn, it felt good to be off the table. The floor wasn’t tile as I suspected. It was spongy and cold. Where were my socks and shoes?
I looked down at my chest and saw a circular scar about six inches in diameter. How in the hell did that get there? What had they done to me? I wish I could remember. I traced the scar with my right index finger. It felt energized. I walked around the table to get a look at the rest of the room. There were no more holographic panels or any other pieces of equipment. I did find my Timberwolves tee shirt, on a table, neatly folded. I quickly put it on to cover the scar. Where were my socks and shoes?
The floor was cold. I wished I could have found my shoes. I hated having cold feet. Then almost on cue, my feet warmed. I still wanted my shoes, they cost me ninety dollars at the DSW. I continued walking around the room until I came to the small holographic panel. I nervously tapped at the panel. Nothing happened. I touched the giant milky membrane which was sticky, like a wet marshmallow. I gently tapped at the holographic panel again and nothing happened.
I was becoming frustrated. I think more scared than anything. Then I did it again. I thought about getting out of the room and the milky membrane melted away, revealing a black ten feet high rectangular dark area.
I slowly made my way to the edge of the door, gazing into the darkness. Waiting for an alarm, I stood in the doorway before proceeding any further. No alarm. Building my courage, I stepped into the darkness. Instantly, floor lights came on illuminating a long windowless, white walled corridor.
I slowly, yet cautiously, proceeded down the long, windowless corridor which is cool and noiseless.
Then I decided to try my new trick again. A window appeared just a few feet to my left after I thought about one. I quickly went to the window and saw nothing but stars against a backdrop of darkness. I felt at peace seeing the stars from this perspective. I guess astronauts must feel like this every time they venture into space. The stars were absolutely amazing!
I thought about closing the window and it happened. I proceeded up the cool, noiseless corridor again. I truly wished I had my shoes or at least my socks. With each step I took, more floor lights came on.
After walking for several minutes, I came to an intersection. I turned and looked in the direction from which I came. It was completely dark.
I’d walked the entire corridor and did not see another alien. I was starting to become concerned.
I stood at the intersection trying to decide which direction to go. Then a voice urged me to turn right. Someone were whispering to me. Following the whispers, I turned right into another corridor with the same floor lighting. The more steps, the more lights.
I came to another intersection. The whispers grew louder. Another long corridor. How huge was this ship? Still no aliens in sight. Where had they all gone? The whispers grew louder with each step down the corridor.
I felt as if I were a mouse in a maze trying to reach the cheese. It also felt as if I were being watched. Where the aliens studying me as I navigated the corridors? If they were studying me, what did they think?
Finally, I came to another milky membrane at the end of the corridor. The whispers stopped. I thought about opening the milky membrane and it quickly dissolved. This time it didn’t open into darkness, but a huge chamber. Standing in the doorway as if I was the statue of F. Scott Fitzgerald in Rice Park on a winter day, I didn't move.