On Monday morning #79 opens her eyes and stretches her arms outwards ready to start a new day. Today she expects to get dressed in her uniform, eat breakfast, go to school, eat dinner, study, and sleep. The normal compulsions.
She looks down at her fingertips.
There seems to be a light beaming down on her hands.
"Light from where?" she thinks, "The lights are off. It should be darker here. The only way there could be light is if there was a window behind me. Which would be impossible because my room is nothing but bare drywall with all the needed furniture and a closet. There's no possible way..."
Confused, she turns behind her.
A huge open window bellows sunlight. A gust of wind blows making its way into her bedroom. It lifts its white curtains into the air with ease alongside the strands of her hair. She can hear the cars passing and the trees rustling from outside. She leans back and gasps her hand over her mouth. The window isn't the only thing that's changed.
The walls that were once a bleak beige are now paneled in dark wood. Whereas the night before it was carpeted, the floor is wood too. Even the bed is a lot bigger than it was last night. Way bigger than last night. She jumps back gasping hand over mouth, again. She ends up falling off the bed.
#79 lets out an "Ouch!" when she lands on her side. Her shoulder felt most of the impact.
These hardwood floors are so not forgiving!
Clutching her shoulder, #79 sits up to survey her room. There is a new nightstand and a dresser with a grand mirror over it. A petite fancy table with two welcoming white chairs on each side. Her bed has gone from a modest twin size to a boastful queen.
“This can't be happening right now. It can't.”
She scrambles over to the door and swings it open. She jumps back and her hand finds it way back to her mouth. It's just a closet! A big closet, but not an exit. With this, she faces the first conflict in her life.
The closet door is the only door in the room?
"How do I get out of here?! It's nothing but hardwood floors, ceilings, and walls in here. Granted it all looks nice but I just want to get out of here!"
She's not taking this well. Something out of the norm isn't what she's accustomed to. In fact a day ago she was the norm. To her, she should be dressed right now while heading downstairs for breakfast. Her brain feels like a ball bouncing off walls, too many things to focus and think about. She'll definitely get a headache later. Her feet shuffle back and forth across her room while thoughts and possibilities run straight through her head and out her ears in a flash. Then, her foot slams into some object. Her body flops onto the floor igniting a quick rush of pain and frustration. That's when she sees it.
A folded up ladder oddly laying on the floor?
A ladder that's a part of the floor?
She sits up and inspects the strange thing closer, leaning over to get a better look. It's not folded at all, it's like a ladder connected to the floor with a smaller ladder connected to the other.
What is this supposed to be? She thinks to herself.
A few inches away from the ladder contraption is a handle. She reaches across the ladder and takes hold of the slim cold metal. It sends a chill up her spine and back down to her toes. She takes a deep breath and pulls upwards. Nothing happens. She takes another breath and this time she pushes down.
Gravity yanks the handle from her hand. The contraption stops dead at an incline. The large ladder smacked into an inclined position, is halfway to the floor. The smaller ladder still rests on top completely still. Below where the ladder once was there looks to be a whole ‘nother room. Her heart banging like little fist in her chest, she moves forward. She sits with her feet on the ladder and pushes the smaller one down. It drops and lands right before the floor. Finally, she turns over and climbs down.
Once her feet hit the floor she explores her surroundings. A hallway lit by the sunlight beaming through the glass wall...
“A glass wall?!”
She leaps to the glass, smushing her face against its smooth surface. From a short glance, she can see many cakes and bread on display. It looks like a bakery!
“A bakery?!”
In a mad dash, she scurries over to the staircase and shuffles her way down to the first floor. The sweet scent of fresh bread and cake smacks her in the face so hard, she stumbles back on to her rear end.
A huge window front in center, a line of people waiting outside, a room to the right filled with chairs and bean bag chairs, a store counter with a plethora of baked sweets on display.
"Sweetheart are you okay? You really wiped out there, Her mother walks over to her. Confused and puzzled, #79 can't meet her eyes. All she can see is her mother's hair, her bright red hair.
"Yes. I'm okay," She answers.
Her father gives her mom a proud and energetic pat on the shoulder, "That's right my daughter wouldn't get hurt from such a little fall!"
Meeting his eyes sends #79 into a frenzy. They were emerald green, bright and glorious.
“Gre- Green! His eyes are green. That's not what he looked like yesterday. That's not how either of my parents looked yesterday.”
#79 stares at them mouth agape. Changes are something impossible for someone of her title. An extra is disbarred to this much conflict. Piecing the information together and coming to the conclusion, #79 turns to stone.
Yes, things are finally getting interesting.
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