Blackness, completely devoid of life; these are the answers that come to mind when I ask myself “Where am I?” Being swallowed up by a black void is what my last memory entails, then nothing. My body is completely unable to move, forcing me to glance out into the distance as if I were waiting for something to happen. Then, just as I begin to think about what might become of me should I remain here, I suddenly feel as if I am being lifted up; high into the empty sky; as if an invisible hand was taking me away from the darkness. My eyes grow heavy as I ascend; I soon lose consciousness.

I awake an unknown amount of time later, perplexed upon discovering that I am lying on a strange bed, in a room I do not recognize, in a place I know not where… and yet, all of this feels oddly familiar; as if I have been here before. I look around the room for a few minutes as I hug the bed sheets with an apprehensive expression, like a child who has lost their parents in a large store. I get out of the bed slowly, still holding the covers as tight as possible; dragging them with me as I wander about the room. Walking towards the door leading to the outside of the room, I think “What happened to the white? ...What is all of this?” I reach for the door with a hesitant hand, but just as I am about to turn the knob, a light begins to shine brightly behind me; casting my shadow upon the door. I find myself turning to this light, hoping that it might provide me with the answers I seek. The light fades away in an instant and all I am left with is a stack of papers with crudely written text upon it. Picking up these papers, I begin reading as I think “These papers must have some kind of clue as to what I’m doing here.”

As I continue to read these peculiar papers; more memories of my life story begin to flood my mind. I am reminded that this room is my room; this house belongs to my family, and this land… is my home. I decide to continue reading, grateful to learn that the world I remember sharing with my best friend is not just a memory, but in fact real. I wonder “What else can I find written on these pages?” With my curiosity not yet satiated, I read on until I reach a section of pages that seems to be formatted differently than the rest; it appears to be a script. I examine this script with extreme intrigue only to discover there’s not only a schedule for me to follow, but lines for me to say, and actions for me to perform. I think “Wait, does my creator  want me to follow this script? ...But why?”

After I finish reading the script, I sit on my bed and think hard about what my creator is asking of me. Eventually, I reach a conclusion… Approaching the door to my room with a lively step, I think “I will do as the script says and fulfill my creator’s request, for surely, my creator knows best.” I open the door and exit my room, determined to begin living the life laid out before me.