[MNIM] Part 5. Cleanse. Explore.
Jan. 25th, 2015 07:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lunitariaprimeI resolved to know more about that extremely pale face I saw. The hair upon her head and above her eyes made me wonder.
Opposite the mirror and next to the polished metal throne, there was a door, but it appeared to be frosted glass or some similar material.
I drew closer to this, noticing for the first time the folded soft cloth next to it.
A dark blue color.
That's odd. Why don't I remember seeing these things before?
How long was I lost in that nightmare?
My body still feels sore, and I was once again acutely aware of the cold floor beneath my bare feet.
I took the simple handle on the frosted glass door and opened it.
As expected, it's a shower-stall.
Polished metal handle, shower-head above.
I removed the night-clothes and decided to use the shower.
The wash of rich warmth over my body felt purifying, cleansing.
I started to feel warmer again. How cold were these rooms?
I spent time simply enjoying the warmth, then reached outside of the door to take the supplies needed.
I washed. I scrubbed and I spent many minutes in there, eyes closed.
The aches in my joints and back eased, slowly.
I used the contents of a small plastic bottle on my head, found that it felt softer and smoother for it.
I used one of the folded... Towels, that was the word for them.
While standing there, looking in my reflection, a small noise alerted me to a section of blank wall sliding back and then down made me turn my head.
As I stood there, nothing between this skin that seemed to have no more color than fresh paper and the cold world beyond, I could not help it.
I startled and found myself in the room with the bright lights and the mattress.
I peeked around the corner, expecting to see a hundred eyes and slithering terrible things oozing towards me from the unknown.
Instead, merely more light from another room beyond.
After waiting and watching for what felt like an eternity, I gathered my courage - my stomach informing me that the argument had passed, but was not over yet - and moved slowly towards this new destination.
This room was of similar dimensions to the room I first awoke in, surrounded by terrible light and visions of things most terrible.
My feet found the floor in this room much more comfortable, there was something on the floor in here. Carpet, of a dark color that was something approaching dark red.
I spy another of those odd plastic toggles on the wall. THe light of this room was cast in a strange deep amber, from a pair of conical wedge fixtures on one wall.
I considered the switch and decided to prefer the relative gloom.
The room contains the fixtures, placed on either side of another mirror, this one tall and narrow, opposite the only other thing in the room, a cabinet of some sort?
Doors and drawers.
My curiosity led me to open one of the middle of the four wooden drawers.
Folded pieces of cloth looked up at me and my confusion increased.
I lifted one up and could not stifle a laugh.
Underwear. There were a few options for color and the type of cloth.
I spent time deciding which of these would fit close to the skin with comfort.
The other drawers were filled with similarly functional and simple garments.
I found myself asking questions as I added a barrier against the bitter cold of the room.
Where had these things come from?
Who had left them here?
There isn't any dust on anything in here.
As I stood in underclothing that made me feel surprisingly comfortable and actually supported and secure, I opened the doors.
Half of what I saw were shelves of neatly folded clothes - shirts, blouses, pants.
The other half were other things.
I saw coats, and a few things which I did not recognize, some strange things that looked like pieces of rigid objects, padded on one side, the other hard and unyielding.
There was something missing here.
No, not shoes. I saw shoes and boots at the back.
It was making my brain itch and my stomach twist and turn.
Something missing, something I felt should have been monumentally obvious...
Opposite the mirror and next to the polished metal throne, there was a door, but it appeared to be frosted glass or some similar material.
I drew closer to this, noticing for the first time the folded soft cloth next to it.
A dark blue color.
That's odd. Why don't I remember seeing these things before?
How long was I lost in that nightmare?
My body still feels sore, and I was once again acutely aware of the cold floor beneath my bare feet.
I took the simple handle on the frosted glass door and opened it.
As expected, it's a shower-stall.
Polished metal handle, shower-head above.
I removed the night-clothes and decided to use the shower.
The wash of rich warmth over my body felt purifying, cleansing.
I started to feel warmer again. How cold were these rooms?
I spent time simply enjoying the warmth, then reached outside of the door to take the supplies needed.
I washed. I scrubbed and I spent many minutes in there, eyes closed.
The aches in my joints and back eased, slowly.
I used the contents of a small plastic bottle on my head, found that it felt softer and smoother for it.
I used one of the folded... Towels, that was the word for them.
While standing there, looking in my reflection, a small noise alerted me to a section of blank wall sliding back and then down made me turn my head.
As I stood there, nothing between this skin that seemed to have no more color than fresh paper and the cold world beyond, I could not help it.
I startled and found myself in the room with the bright lights and the mattress.
I peeked around the corner, expecting to see a hundred eyes and slithering terrible things oozing towards me from the unknown.
Instead, merely more light from another room beyond.
After waiting and watching for what felt like an eternity, I gathered my courage - my stomach informing me that the argument had passed, but was not over yet - and moved slowly towards this new destination.
This room was of similar dimensions to the room I first awoke in, surrounded by terrible light and visions of things most terrible.
My feet found the floor in this room much more comfortable, there was something on the floor in here. Carpet, of a dark color that was something approaching dark red.
I spy another of those odd plastic toggles on the wall. THe light of this room was cast in a strange deep amber, from a pair of conical wedge fixtures on one wall.
I considered the switch and decided to prefer the relative gloom.
The room contains the fixtures, placed on either side of another mirror, this one tall and narrow, opposite the only other thing in the room, a cabinet of some sort?
Doors and drawers.
My curiosity led me to open one of the middle of the four wooden drawers.
Folded pieces of cloth looked up at me and my confusion increased.
I lifted one up and could not stifle a laugh.
Underwear. There were a few options for color and the type of cloth.
I spent time deciding which of these would fit close to the skin with comfort.
The other drawers were filled with similarly functional and simple garments.
I found myself asking questions as I added a barrier against the bitter cold of the room.
Where had these things come from?
Who had left them here?
There isn't any dust on anything in here.
As I stood in underclothing that made me feel surprisingly comfortable and actually supported and secure, I opened the doors.
Half of what I saw were shelves of neatly folded clothes - shirts, blouses, pants.
The other half were other things.
I saw coats, and a few things which I did not recognize, some strange things that looked like pieces of rigid objects, padded on one side, the other hard and unyielding.
There was something missing here.
No, not shoes. I saw shoes and boots at the back.
It was making my brain itch and my stomach twist and turn.
Something missing, something I felt should have been monumentally obvious...
