The Master

The room was so dark I couldn’t see a thing. I couldn’t tell if it was morning or night. My head was heavy and I couldn’t lift myself. I tried to rest a little before I tried again but I didn’t know when I slipped unconscious.

When I woke up again it was morning, how did I know? Everywhere was bright. I felt better. I tried my legs, they felt solid, and no longer wobbly. As my legs touched the floor, I felt uneasy. The floor was solid yet didn’t feel like the ground. I looked around, its walls were white and the windows were small. Something didn’t seem right.

I attempted to open the door but it was locked. I went to the window, if I looked around, I would probably find out where I was. At first, I didn’t understand what I saw. I saw a world of ice cream and cotton candy of colors blue and white. I looked down. I didn’t understand at first.

Oh my.

I was on a plane.

I screamed.

A woman opened the door to my cry.

She was plump and beautiful and had round cheeks.

“Believe me, I’d scream