Surreal Wander

Everywhere around the lonely woman, there were eyes. Every way she turned, more sphere-shaped eyes, as they wondered. They seemed to follow her every move, down the long gloomy passageway, where darkness had fallen.

Her own eyes were crusted over. A faded fog cast over, that obscured the woman’s appearance. One wobbled step forward, she grabbed hold of the wall and off she walked.

The eyeballs glued on the wall seemed to follow her about. They stared, they glared, they stood calm, the eyes watched.

The woman felt that she had reached the end of the passageway. She stretched out her hands and felt the knobbly shape of a door handle. One pause and the woman pushed through. More darkness, she was met with even more darkness. The fog that covered her eyes had now receded. She could see more than before. The only problem was, the room the woman entered was black, she had no way to know what stood here now. There was no flash to mark the way out. Even when she found access, there was no way she could go any further, as darkness consumed her. She knew she had to face the problem head on.

The woman felt up and down the concrete wall, cold and rough. The farther along she went, the stranger the objects that she started to feel. Bones of some sort, wedged to the bumpy surface. As close as dragon scales, the texture felt the same. She ran her hands over the bumps unable to see properly. She had to guess where her steps would lead. Left foot and then the other, before the woman couldn’t move anymore, a large, mystery block blocked the way.

She couldn’t move. There was no space and she had no way to know how to go. Her eyes were feeble and she couldn’t pull through. No matter what happened, she wasn’t strong enough. What the woman desperately needed, was some source of flash that would help her to see more clearly, alas, she just had to make do. She just had to wander through gloom to search her way out of hell.

As she used the wall as a sort of escort, the woman could balance herself, her legs shaking upon what resembled a step. The strength of her legs helped her to run up and fall on the ground, as though she galloped over hurdles. To get her breath back, she stopped short. Over the block, one challenge complete.

The bumpy edges of the surface helped her further, equal to the language for the eyeless. She now felt closer to her goal. The only way to go, was to keep the bumpy wall in her hands and feel for the doorknob there, tucked away. Her hand that now shook, soon felt a shape. Fear and solace took over.

A pull and a turn to the left, the door creaked open, showing another room, where she had to search for a way out. She took a breath, when would she escape the hell that was these rooms? She couldn’t stop a dream that never ends. Whether or not she could wake from a sleep, she had to see the puzzle through to the end.

Not the same as the room before, the new room shone. The contrast made her eyes feel dazed. Everywhere she looked, blank walls were cut-out. The woman thought how easy to cross from one area to another. No thought, just a clear walk towards the door. One turn of the knob, and she thought she’d be free. However, alarms sounded, loud, red alarms that flashed and made the room glow. No matter how much the woman pulled, she was locked and stuck. Another puzzle to solve. Another hurdle to get out of hell.

She knew she had to turn back, the only way to escape was to retrace her steps. The only problem was, there were no clues, just blank walls, no bumpy edges, or stuff to touch.

She found herself plonked on the floor. She closed her eyes and embraced the darkness. She now regretted that she had wanted to be away from the black, now she was trapped, surrounded by a glow.

As she reopened her eyes once more, the room startled her. She had been bothered by her eyes through the whole dream, and perhaps her eyeballs were the clue. She could see the contrast between both, of course she could. The glow when her eyes were closed shook. Her head started to make a copy of the room, as though she had remembered. The woman had no reason to know how talented she could be.

The centre of her cerebrum showed the dark before she saw a map of the room that flashed. The exact ways to go revealed themselves, just as a map would have done. The red alarms rang and a path was created. As the woman had done before, she walked forward, eyes closed shut, so that the map was seen clearly. One small step and then the next. Footpaths as step stones, helped her to the other end, escorted by the red map at the centre of her head.

Once the doorknob had eventually turned, a room of darkness seemed to stare at her, as she stepped on through, she let out a large breath and jumped forward. The woman couldn’t know what was over there, however, she had to take a leap of bravery.

Fallen from the top of the world, the woman floated down. There were zero objects to stare at, just a darkness that grew and grew, the further she travelled downwards. She felt as though she would never stop, hours fallen but no way to know. Float and float she did, down the bunny hole, no clue on whether she would wake from the hell dream, or just be herself, back where she had started.

The breeze from below her gave her some comfort, and she could feel her body about to slow down. Whatever or wherever she was, the room that now stared back at her face was the end. One deep breath, eyes closed hard, and she landed harshly. A great bump to her forehead. She knew where she had landed, she was asleep. Locked away, locked away from the rest of the world. She lay on sheets, unable to move, trapped and out of control, secretly pulled back from her