Gray ceiling. A tired gray, one with all off the color drained out, remarkable in its unremarkableness. To her side, she saw a gray wall. Beneath her, a gray floor. It was not even a cold gray, nor a warm one, just gray. The room was also an in-between, neither big nor small. A figure lay crumpled at the other side. wrapped in a brown shawl.

"Hello?" Mikayla called out. She was taken aback by the sound of her voice-- it was weak and coarse, as if she hadn't spoken in days. Maybe I haven't.

The person did not respond.

He might not have heard her, after all, her voice had been quiet. "Hello?"

"Can't you see when a man is trying to sleep," he said gruffly, "You can ask me all the questions you want, just after I have finished sleeping." The man sounded quite old, although she couldn't tell just how old because he hadn't even rolled over to face her. "I might not answer them, mind," he grumbled.

Not believing the audacity of the man, Mikayla blinked. Her life was in danger, and all he wanted to do was sleep?

"Whatever," she responded, before adding, "Look, can you just tell me where-"

The man let out an obnoxiously loud snore.

She blinked again. "Where are we?"

No response.

I guess I'm going to have to get out of here on my own, she thought. It should be easy, considering there's a door right there. The door was on the wall situated halfway between her and Grumpy, made of wood. Hickory, again.

Placing one hand on the ground, she tried to push herself up to a stand, but it was useless. Her legs weren't used to working again yet and she fell back down with a dull thud.

The man grumbled under his breath.

Nevertheless, Mikayla was persistent. If I cannot stand, then I will crawl my way to freedom. And so she did, well, kind of. About half way to the door, she seemed to hit her head on a wall. Hissing under her breath, she held it in an attempt to relieve the pain, before feeling out with her hand.

There was indeed a wall there, although Mikayla could not see it. She crawled the length of it, and found that it blocked her from crossing into the middle section of the room at all.

Rolling her eyes, she tried to stand again, this time with much more success. Experimentally, she shuffled back to the gray wall opposite the invisible one, and stamped her feet one by one, trying to get the feeling back into her dead legs.

The man snored.

Whatever. After jumping twice, checking her legs, Mikayla turned to face the other side of the room.

Hopefully invisible walls are easy to knock down.

Next update: Tuesday 17th April 2018