As I woke up in a room the place had a texture
of sandpaper and the air was thick like you were birthing in a paper bag over
and over again. There were colors flying in the air, but when you try to grab
them they move away from you. After taking a look around me I stood up and tried
to walk away from where I was standing, but when I did I was suddenly jerked
back to the place I was just in. After a few minutes of standing in the same
spot I finally had enough of it, I took a mad dash towards the exit and held on
to the doorknob. As I was holding onto the doorknob I was being pulled back to
the same place I was just at, while this was happening I twisted the doorknob
so the door opened I slipped out of the room and closed the door.
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