The bright light hurt my eyes but it took a couple of minutes to get adjusted too. Soon I began to notice my surroundings, I was presented by tons of pink clouds, all different shades. It was like I was in Alice and Wonderland but without all of the scenery and what Alice went through when she came into a mysterious world.

As looking around and questioning where I am, I looked down and saw that I was on top of a pink fluffy bed, something that I had never experienced before, and caught a glimpse of something pale it was at the bottom of the bed. I saw an old tannish paper with a few rips on its corners. I got down from the bed and reached for the paper with my left hand. 

Observing the paper, I assumed it had to be here for a couple of months or even years to be so tarnished. Glancing at the writing it seemed as if someone who was English from the 1700s had written this paper which made it difficult to read fluently.

As much as I could read out some of the words it said...

   

To Sofi Witson. 

From......JrIn$45

I Herby Inform .....that your stay in............

.... Can...

Please....the...pink path to your left...

the right path will...... ...

.....

......

You will be given more information on Later...

Again from .....y...Ju*$(8....'

I wished that I studied this type of handwriting, but all I could come up with is What pink path? what does this mean? what will happen if I don't go to the left?  Or maybe it's telling me to go right?

So many questions and none yet to be answered.

What will I do?